I Did Not Kill This Garden Gnome
Two days ago, it was 84 degrees. I was hanging out with some friends on the patio of the Love Shack in Fort Worth, eating a pile of onion rings and a double-cheeseburger (it’s the meatiest trip ever), and wishing that I’d packed my flip-flops so I could fit in with the crowd and show off my freshly painted toes.
Today, I woke up to freezing rain mixed with snow, that would last all day…which made me start to wonder, just where am I, anyway?
Is Texas becoming Frenchified, with its brutal, Arctic-like winters and silly little hats?
Look what I saw in Nordstrom’s the other day — berets!
And at the food court at Northpark Mall — crepes!
I stopped at Starbuck’s for a coffee for the road, and was Frenchy-smacked again.
Then, just as I was about home, driving east on Highway 380 towards my brother’s house, I saw this:
Which made me think, naturally, of all of the beautiful Haussmann architecture in the other Paris, and the fountains, too.
I guess we’re not that different after all.