Southern California in spring and summer.    The beautiful bluish purple trumpet flowered carpets that cover the sidewalks, streets, and yards are a memory I pray I never forget.  I loved those flowers.  I hated stepping on them and seeing the crushed petals under my feet.  It always reminded me of that poem my father loved The Fool’s Prayer

 

These clumsy feet, still in the mire,

Go crushing blossoms without end;

These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust

Among the heart-strings of a friend.

 

Well, I’ve infused my life with just a bit of bit of vintimagery and added a Jacaranda to my house.  It’ll be living inside until spring and then I’ll stick him outside and let him look gorgeous in my front yard.   If he grows nicely, maybe I’ll get him a brother, sister, best friend, or even a wife if he’s really nice.  Isn’t he pretty?

 

 

Flowering trees are out of favor in so many areas.  People don’t want the mess of the flowers everywhere so they tend to choose pepper trees… similar leaves, trunks, and just a few seed pods that look like brown snow peas rather than the flowers.  They’re easier to sweep up don’tcha know.  In a few years, prayerfully I’ll have one of these!

 

 

And then… in a few years… this could be my street…

 

It’s a little more work than the old ray wood ash we have out there but prayerfully

 

1. It might live.
2. It’s prettier.
3. It’s mine.

 

It’s a wonderful life.