A Jacaranda Morning

This morning as the birds went berserk and the garden paths were coloured purple, I was reminded of the poem about the dawn chorus on a spring morning after a night of ‘wind and rain’, surely the poet was speaking of this when he asked, how many petals fell?


It’s November so the garden is wearing purple


My tree stretches over to the neighbour’s and into the street


The lovers in the pond are unaware of the fuss but the fish would prefer their water less chocked with flowers


…so I scooped them up and dumped them on the fig


…but there’s more whence it came…

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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11 Responses to A Jacaranda Morning

  1. Beautiful photos, Mary

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  2. So beautiful! They always make me smile because of the Australian Christmas carol we learned as kids, ‘Christmas where the Gum Trees Grow’, that ends ‘When the bloom of the jacaranda tree is here, Christmas time is near’. Yay for Christmas! :)

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  3. Cynthia says:

    Gorgeous!!! Everything is brown and shriveled here… Great to see on the other side of the world things are bursting with life and color

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  4. arlingwoman says:

    Oh my, those fallen petals are gorgeous. So that’s a jacaranda!

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