This is our other jacaranda tree, which always blooms just a bit later than the one by the barn.
Today I was counting trees I pass between schools, the market, and home... I lost count, but each one is a delight to spy, so it is a happy game.
Close and Closer, details, for Cyndy...
The flowers in the jacaranda trees appear prettier, and prettier, the closer you look. Soft trumpets, gracefully arching from their stems, their little stamens like magic wands with wispy, flourished tips. I breathed them in, but detected no fragrance. It seems to me that they should emit a hint of confection, like a violette pastille.
The bees are collecting something sweet, and they seem in an unhurried stupor as they drift, not quite busily, through the abundance. Standing beneath the canopy of this tree, I watched blossom after blossom descend, like snowflakes, slowly. A graceful bow at the end of a beautiful dance. The walk was swept last Saturday, though you might not guess, looking at our rust and lavender path.
With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.
ME ENCANTA LA FORMA Y ESE COLOR.
Such a beautiful tree!
That truly is a glorious tree. Sometime do you think you could take a closeup of the blossoms. I know, you have nothing else to do. I think it's so fetching because of the color. Does it have a scent?
Thanks for the close-up of the blossoms. They look like little fairy dresses. I wonder how they would do if they were dried and made into a potpourri blend, scented with violet or lavender oil. Yes, scoop that walk up again and let that all dry out.
Thank you for posting these photos! You opened my eyes up a bit more as I've been out and about - seeing them more completely than I would have otherwise. They are beautiful! I'm glad that, thanks to you, I didn't miss *seeing* them!
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