See, on the list of things that I miss about California, I wouldn't necessarily say that the annual shedding of the jacaranda trees is high up on that list. Don't get me wrong, I love jacarandas. Their vibrant purple blossoms are one of the few ways that I truly enjoy the color purple, and they remind me of home (which is helpful right now).
And while I do miss the color explosion, I didn't really miss the mess...I can't because it here too! I have found that Hawaii has it's own version of the jacaranda, it's called the shower tree (very aptly named)...or rainbow shower tree depending on the variety.
This tree starts blooming around May, and starts really shedding blossoms as the island cruises toward summer. The cool part (and irritating part), is that it seems to be an unending process. A long blooming season allows a continual shower of blooms until the winter rolls around and the trees start dropping foliage as well as flowers.
The little dropped flowers of both trees, while beautiful and delicate, are amazingly messy! I walked out to the car today only to find blossoms halfway up the windshield and the parking space had a clean spot where the ground was sheltered by the car.
As silly as it is, I love it.
Somehow it is reassuring that I can find little things everywhere that remind me of where I started, where I come from, even when I am geographically far. It gives me a whole new appreciation and respect for those friends of mine who long ago moved from their countries or states of birth. It seems the human mind has an incredible gift to find home wherever we land.
...Nature girl
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