A Flower Vine Grows in Paris

After a year of waking up and looking out on a depressing color scheme of manmade grays, blacks, and whites, I took action and bought pots of flowers and soil at a big garden store near Gare d'Austerlitz, lugging everything home on the bus (swearing and cursing the whole way, of course, as one does when one doesn't have a car - which is usually a good thing, until the day one needs to make errands such as this one).

I thought the flowers might bloom a bit, and add some nice color, but am amazed at how beautifully they have flourished in just a few months (though I can't take credit - I am not the green thumb in the family, I'm just the one who likes to buy things.)