the jacaranda trees tease. every day as i drive to work along martel, their greyish branches whisper "purple." so clearly that i scan my rearview mirror after i've passed, hoping for a glimpse of the magical canopy-to-come. but so far, nothing but the faintest of hints, almost an illusion.
they are a favorite thing of mine, and it seems like they are late in blooming, and i am eager for their company. i found this picture on a japanese website called prosoundcommunications.com. the street sure looks like l.a. to me, although i don't think it's martel. seems too wide. but this is the effect i yearn for: the living lavender tunnel with the street and grass all smeared violet. i know it's a mess on the cars, but ... so fairylike and pretty.