(And here I pause to make a conquistador-like fist of horticultural solidarity.)
And thanks to all of the driving between houses, nurseries, hotels, and gardens, I've seen more of Austin in this weekend than I've managed in the last four years.
Anyway. Since I was too busy talking Annie's head off at The Natural Gardener to take pictures, and too busy getting my mind blown at the David/Peese garden (like a bullet through a peach, my friends) to take pictures, I must shrug a sheepish shrug on the topic of Spring Fling photo documentation and offer instead these few images of South Congress Avenue this afternoon, where the last of the lingering Fling-ers saw the sights.
Outside Guero's Taco Bar: