It was the month of May; the apple trees in full bloom were covering the yard with a roof of fragranced flowers, and were constantly showering it with a swirling around of pinks leaflets that would fall endlessly on the people and on the grass
Guy de Maupassant
and such an easy slip to make when translating. If anyone can trace the source of the quote, I'd be grateful! Miss Harriet - seems close but I've not yet found the French original.