It was raining for several days in Tbilisi. Usually I prefer to be at home looking out at the rainy city from my window but not in summer! I absolutely adore walking in the rain, jumping in puddles and sometimes, when no one is watching, I even dance.
And of course I love taking photographs while people are trying to find a sheltered place to stay dry 😀
It was raining hard enough for people to look at me as if I was crazy.
I was photographing wet tree textures this time.
More photos of wet tree trunks. Their color and character appear so attractive to me and it’s worth getting soaking wet 😀
Spirea (or spiraea)comes in several colors but the white flowering shrubs are breathtaking. It typically blooms just before its leaves fully develop.
Spirea are happiest in full sun with good drainage and moisture, but they can also grow in shade.
This easy-growing shrub grows up to six feet tall.
Coming in a range of sizes, colors, and forms, there are plenty of varieties of this hardy, easy to grow shrubs to choose from. Some of the old-fashioned varieties of spirea such as bridal wreath, with its timeless elegance and delicate cascading branches covered in frothy white blooms, have been around for decades. However, the old-fashioned varieties can take a lot of space and look best when not pruned. New varieties work well in suburban yards where colors and size are important.
I found out that Native Americans had various medicinal uses for local spirea species. They used it for abdominal pain and made it into a tea. They also used it for making brooms and even as an ingredient for cooking. 😍
Spirea can be white or different shades of pink. I didn’t find pink ones but I took lots of photos of white ones. I have posted some of them here.
Is there anyone who doesn’t love the time when poppies bloom? In an imperfect world, I try to seek out perfect moments and the time when poppies cover the fields is one of those moments.
Poppy fields look like impressionist paintings. It’s easy to see where the artists found their inspiration.
Poppies are special flowers for me. When I was a child I loved collecting poppies but I noticed they became sad very quickly so I stopped picking them. I realised that it was better to leave them where they were born. Whenever I feel an urge to pick flowers I think of my ‘childhood poppies’ and stop myself. Cut flowers may look beautiful for a few days but you are watching something beautiful die a premature death. I now never accept flowers as gift.