I Love Paris

Every time I look down on this timeless town

Whether blue or gray be her skies.

Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,

More and more do I realize:

I love Paris in the springtime.

I love Paris in the fall.

I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,

I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.

I love Paris every moment,

Every moment of the year.

I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?

Because my love is near.—Cole Porter

Lately I've been dreaming of Paris. Perhaps it's due to the fact that most of my reading and viewing material of late has been set in the City of Lights or because New York has got me down at the moment or maybe it's just that I love Paris in the springtime.  Whatever the reason, Paris, I hope to see you soon.

Photo from here.

In Like a Lion

"March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb" is how the expression goes. Only around these parts, the lion has decided to stick around for a while. Threats of snow and crazy wind has made it seem like anything but spring. My fear is that we'll get two nice weeks of spring weather and then bam, humidity and the horrors of summer in the city will hit. I want to wear a jean jacket, stroll through the park with the sun on my face, see narcissus blooming, and indulge in a chocolate Easter egg or two (OK, that last one I can do regardless of the weather). Oh spring, where are you?

Spring Has Sprung

                                         Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

                                         is hung with bloom along the bough.

                                                                       —A.E. Housman

                                                                 

Spring is officially here and with it comes cherry blossoms bursting out in all their lovely pink glory. Enjoy the season.

Photo by Michele.