Thursday, May 29, 2014


Just as every birth is a miracle and every death its own sorrowful mystery, so the annual blooming of the jacarandas in Southern California without fail generates a psychic intake of breath, an existential lacuna, a hush.

Clouds of purple blossoms blanket sidewalks, public stairways, windshields, and median strips.

Summer is here!! My heart rejoices.


  1. Funny thing I've noticed while on my walks is the buzzing bees that still hover amongst the fallen blossoms,. They are still attractive even as they lie crumpled on the ground.

  2. I, too, love Jacarandas. There was a big one outside my dad's parent's place and it always took my breath away!

    God bless from Australia :)


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