I was starting to think that our jacaranda tree wasn't going to come to the party this year. I should have had more faith. Just as I started to notice a little purple blush around the neighbourhood the first flowers bloomed on our tree.
I thought perhaps it was going to be a disappointing year for our tree. But then, within days, it opened into its full glory. For two weeks every year, a bit longer if we are lucky, this tree gives me a thrill every day.
It was stinking hot, too hot even for Lily to stick to her guns and insist on wearing long sleeves. She chose nothing instead. Her legs are a mess of mozzie bites. I said to her "Did you get those from the trampoline the other night?" She looked at me like I was thick and said "No, I get them from 'quitos." Of course.
We've got 30 people coming tomorrow for a barbeque and of course the cool change will come through tonight and tomorrow will be cold and wet. Isn't that the way of things?
Nevertheless, the barbeque is a good incentive to get the garden in order before Christmas.
|that's me, in the bauble!|
Both trees now look fabulous. I do love the Christmas tree, but even all decked out it can't compete, in my book, with that spectacular purple explosion.