Thursday, January 12, 2017

Trees of My Youth 3: Jacarandas

Ah, the beautiful Jacaranda.

I have posted about it before, but it is also unlike the trees out here on the East.  The Jacaranda, a heavenly sweet smelling tree (unless your a noir writer where the Jacarandas smell as sweet as rotting flesh), tend of explode in a riot of purple.

Almost nothing is more beautiful (except for a fleeting moment of fall colors and even then only occasionally and out in the forest).

Now there is a horrible side to them, you have to remember not to park under them when they are blooming.  Those gorgeous purple flowers drop sticky to the ground and any car underneath them.  And, unlike dust, cannot be smiply wiped off.  You have to wash the car.

But it is a small price to pay.