Although the traditional June gloom is with us, it’s balanced by the yearly display by the Jacaranda trees.
Although getting in and out of the car or truck gets harder every day, I can still catch the drama of orange and blue moments like these near us. And too, just down the street from us is a whole block lined with brilliant blue. I long to lay in the grass and shoot up into the color letting it fill my soul and my camera’s eye.
Perhaps I can do this today with G there to help me up.
When I lived and worked and Front and Fir Street, downtown, I planted Jacaranda trees on two street sides of this Victorian house. The preservation organization I worked for paid for the trees, and two friends dug holes in the very hard rocky soil. Today there is a gap in the row of trees, but the remaining trees shine brilliantly against the bright yellow of the freshly painted house.
Our yards in this complex offer an agapanthus or two. We are very bland here. Beige buildings, brown trim, and lots of greenery just when we should be watering less. Very unadventuresome. Still our small blues are beautiful too. Perhaps today I will go get an image or two to share. I’m in love with summer colors….as my ruined skin attests.