The calendar says it’s the 11th of June, but I’ve just turned the heat back on. It’s gray and in the low 60s outside. I know that when summer arrives, it will do so with a vengeance, so I am trying to appreciate the fact that spring is lingering. One delight I have is in the abundance of blooming jacaranda trees in town right now. God must have been celebrating something special the day he created jacaranda trees. Their airy branches and clouds of purple blossoms take my breath away. The carpet of purple strewn beneath the trees must be a bother for the owners, but it makes me think of confetti left along a parade route after the bands and floats have passed by and the flag-waving spectators have gone home.
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