The Jacaranda trees bloomed and I was so taken up with traveling to northern California I almost missed it. The beautiful purple blossoms always stopped me in my tracks each year. From bare branches suddenly there are lilac flowers. The leaves poke forth their little buds later.
To me those hypnotic garlands mean resurrection, reawakening, royal finery. Heavenly lace-like delicate sprays of lavender arch over the streets of Pasadena like an arbor.
Thankfully, I am blessed to catch the tail end of it. I will gaze at those gorgeous trees as I walk down San Pascual Boulevard, reveling in the fantasy land of the Jacarandas.
It's Spring and I feel like a million.
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