I find that I have nothing to write although I sit here wanting to write something. I drove beneath a Jacaranda tree, flowering off a busy, smoggy street in Glendora. It's that time of year in Southern California, the Time of the Jacaranda.
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Photo by Scott Contini |
Imagine a brilliant shower of violet blooms, falling like glorious purple snow. Generosity of World to give us such gifts. Purple trees! Miraculous, here, at the bus stop.
I'm not sure I can say anything that would do justice to the Flowering of the Jacaranda Tribe............I looked throughout the web for poems about Jakaronda, and found many - almost all, departures for what the tree reminded people of. But I can't imagine such a phenomenon as reminding me of anything except itself.......I stand beneath the Jakaranda tree, it's falling purple blossums, my mouth open. Speechless.
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Wow. These photos are stunning. We have jacaranda trees here, too, but nothing quite like these!Eye candy, Lauren.
ReplyDeletethanks Trish, alas, I didn't do those photos, only borrowed them. I think where they are virtual forests are in South Africa, and in Australia. But may I never lose my delight in the idea of purple trees!
ReplyDeletei am not sure i have ever seen a jakarnada tree. ah, though. you are in CA. at a lovely time of year. enjoy the beauty and thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJacaranda's are harbingers of Christmas here in Australia. Interestingly, wanting to write something yet not knowing what to write about, is the signature of the Jacaranda in Australian Bush Flower Essences.
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ReplyDeleteJacaranda is not a native of Australia however.
ReplyDeleteIt is a native of South Africa