I wonder, if you are in my part of the world, whether you are loving the many many stunning pockets of soft mauve that seem to have appeared out of nowhere, as much as I am?
It's Jacaranda season.
It always amazes me every year how such beautiful trees can quietly sit for the longest time. In virtual anonymity they grow until they bust forth in complete lilac flower and show us just how many there are hiding camouflaged amongst the mass of green.
It is a true sign of Spring and has also become a sign of exam season for our school leavers.
We have also been blessed with the arrival of our storm bird (aren't they handsome)....visiting from very far away. So named because their visits were once a true sign of our summer and our summer storms...now an indicator I feel of how our weather patterns have changed over the years.
I say "our" storm bird because, although we rarely sight him, I'm pretty sure I recognise him every year, a lone wolf, who seems to enjoy a regular early arrival and a late departure.....well who doesn't really when you're on holiday?
Maybe he enjoys relishing in our purple haze too.