Summer is summer. Only the rain had ended, the sun came out at once, smiled, and everything around was brightly colored. I went out for a walk. I love the street right after the summer rain. All the growing, blossoming washed, not yet droplets of rain on the leaves and petals.
I walk along the embankment. Not far from my house is a boat station. Territory is always tidy, cozy. Bright little islands on the glades are pleasing from afar. Most petunias and marigolds are decorated with mini flower beds.
After the rain, the marigolds are so good, I could not pass by.
Even the dried petals are so touching.
It would seem the same flowers, but each in its own way is unique.
I sat down to take a closer look. Suddenly I feel that at the same time from both sides something soft to me affectionately pressed. It turned out that someone, that is just two pretty poodles. They feel that I love dogs. So warm became at heart. Sorry could not make their photo. The owner immediately gave the command and they quickly retired. And I continued to admire the washed flowers.
Oh my gosh, both your pictures and these flowers are gorgeous! Thank you so much for sharing!