Little boys dream of gum rain and cookie rain, and little princesses dream of flower rain. I am lucky to have lived the majority of my life in Tashkent – the pearl of Asia neighbouring the city of Tamerlane.

In Tashkent there is a flower rain every spring. In late April trees start to bloom, and the wind takes the light feathers of cherry blossom and they fall down, so after a short outing under the fruit trees you become all covered with those tender and fragile petals…

They are in your hair, your pockets, on your shoulders and in the clothes, with a slightly noticed decent scent…

Now I live in Lipetsk, and the name of this city is made from the Russian word Lipa – Lime Tree!

I am glad spring has come, and I can’t wait to see lime trees in bloom and to breathe in this dizzy fragrant…

This is the most romantic time for dating! So if you also love romance, and if you want cherry trees to start blooming in your heart – drop me a line! I am waiting! :)