Urbs in Horto

That's Chicago's motto.

They live up to it.... big time.

I had an hour between dropping Little Cuter at work and meeting old friends for lunch, so I walked.

(Feel free to bask in that sentence.)

I didn't hurt, the weather was warm, the sun was out, and Michigan Avenue beckoned.

Not the stores.... the avenue itself.

The trees are planted in planter boxes.

affording comfy resting places 

for weary travelers. 

Newspaper boxes are interspersed with floral decor.

Staring across the street, debating whether to go into Cartier and drool

I couldn't get past the tulips.

There were lots of tulips.

Lots and lots

of tulips. 

They were planted in stages

so that new ones will bloom as the older ones fade.

There were random decorative items in planters,

and Wet Paint signs on the railings. 

They may not be able to fix the pot holes in the streets, but the wrought iron is beautifully maintained.

Gardeners were planting 

small gardens 

which drew me in closer 

and closer. 

It was a lovely day for a walk....

especially when you and your mom are color coordinated to the flora.

Urbs in Horto.... City in a Garden.....

truer words were never spoken.