This glorious Jacaranda Tree stands on the Gloucester Street between Greenmeadows and Tarradale - two suburbs of Napier. That's not controversial is it?
When I was about 11 or 12, I read a book called "Under the Jacaranda Tree". I don't remember that much about the book itself, but I remember loving the word "Jacaranda" and wondering what such a tree would really look like. No internet back then to google for images, and it wasn't in the encyclopaedia I had at home, either. Now I know! And it is indeed a glorious tree. Are the blossoms scented?
When I lived in Brisbane, it was always special to see the Jacarandas come into flower. The carpet of purple flowers on the road ~ and like you say to see an 'avenue' of them is really pretty.
Yes Carol I think they are one of the most beautiful trees when it comes to colour and display. Perhaps there are more spectacular sights but few more beautiful.
The tree appears to be leaning a bit to the left - or perhaps to the right. Until I know which, I cannot say whether I find it beautiful. Of course, depending on one's perspective, I suppose you could say it is leaning both ways - or neither.
But the flowers are beautiful, no matter where you stand. So I thank you for sharing the tree with us - it certainly brightened my perspective on things!
Well, Nathaniel, it slopes to the left as you are looking at it. Few if any of the Jacarandas that we have lining our drive are straight. It hadn't occurred to me that that might detract from their beauty.
I couldn't say exactly Lisa but the ones in our drive last for many weeks. They can be a bit variable though and some years their blossom is far more luxuriant than other years.
One of the last things my sister said before she died was, "The jacarandas will be out soon." They were blooming by the day of her funeral. I thought at the time they would bring me sadness but I think I love them more than ever. I'd like to have something so lovely remind people of me after I'm gone.
Nothing controversial about it as far as I can see. (Unless there is some local debate which suburb it belongs to! But it seems to me that there is enough beauty there to be shared...)
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Glorious is a great description of this tree.
ReplyDeleteThey are rather special Red particularly when there is a whole row of them.
DeleteWhen I was about 11 or 12, I read a book called "Under the Jacaranda Tree". I don't remember that much about the book itself, but I remember loving the word "Jacaranda" and wondering what such a tree would really look like. No internet back then to google for images, and it wasn't in the encyclopaedia I had at home, either. Now I know! And it is indeed a glorious tree. Are the blossoms scented?
ReplyDeleteMeike they are very scented and, in fact, the native name in some countries means "scented tree".
DeleteWOW. That is a tree and a half.
ReplyDelete'Tis rather Adrian.
DeleteWhen I lived in Brisbane, it was always special to see the Jacarandas come into flower. The carpet of purple flowers on the road ~ and like you say to see an 'avenue' of them is really pretty.
ReplyDeleteYes Carol I think they are one of the most beautiful trees when it comes to colour and display. Perhaps there are more spectacular sights but few more beautiful.
DeleteThe tree appears to be leaning a bit to the left - or perhaps to the right. Until I know which, I cannot say whether I find it beautiful. Of course, depending on one's perspective, I suppose you could say it is leaning both ways - or neither.
ReplyDeleteBut the flowers are beautiful, no matter where you stand. So I thank you for sharing the tree with us - it certainly brightened my perspective on things!
Well, Nathaniel, it slopes to the left as you are looking at it. Few if any of the Jacarandas that we have lining our drive are straight. It hadn't occurred to me that that might detract from their beauty.
DeleteGB, I like the way you think!
DeleteWhat a beautiful tree....I wouldn't want the task of cleaning up the fallen flowers though.
ReplyDeleteWow! How long does the tree bloom, GB?
ReplyDeleteI couldn't say exactly Lisa but the ones in our drive last for many weeks. They can be a bit variable though and some years their blossom is far more luxuriant than other years.
DeleteOne of the last things my sister said before she died was, "The jacarandas will be out soon." They were blooming by the day of her funeral. I thought at the time they would bring me sadness but I think I love them more than ever. I'd like to have something so lovely remind people of me after I'm gone.
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely story Pauline.
DeleteNothing controversial about it as far as I can see. (Unless there is some local debate which suburb it belongs to! But it seems to me that there is enough beauty there to be shared...)
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