Right now in L.A, we’re in peak season for Jacarandas. As I go about my day weighed down with grievances, petty and profound, and I happen onto a street framed with purple blossoms, I’m reminded of all that’s wondrous about life.
Drawing by Olivia de Recat
I’m not familiar with that tree, but it sounds beautiful. I cut two bundles of hydrangeas from my parent’s yard on Sunday and some more flowers from a friends yard. I have flowers throughout the house and it makes me so happy. Lucky to have people who will share, since my yard is all shade.
How lovely to have hydrangeas in the house (and people in your life who will willingly share them!).
Ditto!
It’s so beautiful. And one of the blossoms fall, the grass is strewn with purple. How lovely to have homegrown flowers to display – even if from someone else’s home.
Oh, how beautiful! And so good to appreciate the small things (as though natural beauty is “small”), even on bad days. That must’ve been breathtaking.
I look forward to it every year.