I'm telling you, this photo doesn't do them justice. Driving through Jacaranda trees when they're in bloom is like traveling under a gigantic, fluffy, lavender umbrella. There's something about it that makes me positively giddy.
We don't have Jacaranda where I live by the beach (all we have are those damned bottle brush trees that drop red bristles all over my car).
I happened to be in Beverly Hills today. Once I realized it was Jacaranda season, I was inspired to take a detour to look for tree-lined streets. Truthfully, I wouldn't have bothered if I weren't doing the life list. I'd have noticed a tree here and there, said, "hmm, pretty," and that would have been that. But the life list made me think, "I know some of these streets have LOTS of them, and, by golly, I'm going to find them!"
Which I did.
