Many, many years ago I’d seen a very mature Bridalwreath Spirea, probably one that was about 50 years old, in full bloom. It arched gracefully over a path into a beautiful garden – almost as if it were waiting for a bride to walk beneath it on her way to an outdoor alter. It is, indeed, aptly named. Two summers ago, I got one for my garden. It is still small but this spring it is very pretty and adds a dash of elegance to my backyard.