This is the time of year when I always ponder my intense and complicated relationship with the Jacaranda tree in my front yard. Every May, this canopy tree bursts into bloom with periwinkle blossoms that look like a purple cloud from heaven.
It lifts your spirits just to contemplate it. Or maybe not.
Like so many boyfriends I’ve had in the past, this Technicolor tree is beautiful to look at, but leaves a sticky mess to clean up afterward.
Right now, I’m slightly annoyed that my 19-year-old daughter, Curly Girl, has insisted on parking underneath it, because I know what a mess those [READ MORE HERE]
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