Springtime Throwdown

So I was feeling kind of blue about leaving town just as spring was at her peak here in Houston.  I know , I know- spending an April week in Paris is not something a sane person complains about, and it wasn’t that I didn’t want to go to Paris-I did.  It’s just that Houston springs last about two minutes and then we’re plunged into five months of tortuous summer, which can be nothing short of hellish.  So please indulge me in the little whine post- I just hated to leave on such a glorious day.

I couldn’t have even dared hope that Paris would dish out what she served us for eight heavenly days. She showed up for the throwdown and did herself proud.  Voila.

Who would even dream of tip-toeing through those?

  HOT tuLIPS!!!

                                                                                                                            These fringed lovelies were hanging out in the Jardin des Plantes

Yeah, we dug the tulips, but Paris was no One Hit Wonder.  She can multi-task with the best of them.

                                                                         Lilacs smelled as good as they looked.

                                                                                     Perfect Paris poppies

                                                                                Amazing pink tree

And sometimes Paris mixes it up, just to show off.

So do we have a winner?  I can’t decide who wins Spring, but I am proud to show you two winners in the Paris Marathon last Sunday- my husband and my friend Martha, who ran all those miles and still managed a smile at the end!

Houston, Paris, Martha and Mark–they’re all winners!

Watch out for summer, my friends.