The Return of Jacaranda John

I looked out the front window a couple days ago

to see my faithful old steed covered with

jacaranda flowers.

How very familiar that felt.

Two years ago the blossoms fell on April 10th.

That was the day when, standing in the very same spot,

 I experienced the palpable vacuum of my friend John's passing

out of this world.

The flowers fell, again this year, on the second anniversary

of John's departure. This simple coincidence seemed

more significant to me after editing the image above. 

Immediately above the green jacaranda branch,

in the upper-right corner,

you can find visual traces of a bird, in flight, heading out of the frame.

Remembering that John was one-half American Indian,

some people might say any trace of a bird

was an appearance by John's totem.

Others would say they never believed he was a shaman.

I feel no need to say more.

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The past few days of rain have brought our Jacaranda Tree (started from a few pods 20 years ago) into a conjunction with my favorite automobile, The elegant Beverly, a 1990 Buick LeSabre. 

Here are a few views of that union:

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Beverly LeSabre

Windshield view

Faithful MAC view

In the garden ark

With the Firecracker plants

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Neighborhood Trees

Yesterday brought the threat of  tornadoes (none appeared), much needed rain, and the deflowering of our neighborhood trees. Below is Marilyn's Gold Tree.

Tim's Jacaranda tree spills its flower petals all over the street at this time of year. 

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But the most important tree in the neighborhood is the live oak tree that stands in our front yard. It is adorned with a Hurricane Hex Sign painted by neighbor Bob Collins. The hexy palm frond has saved our bacon during the past three years; no hurricanes here.