When I was at Sydney University many many years ago, the blooming of the Jacaranda tree in the Main Quad signalled that it was final exam time and that I should be doing more than lolling about under its branches. Now when I see that first dash of purple, I know that it must be halfway through term 4 (more exams and then reports) and that Christmas and the heat of summer is on its way.
The Rooster has rediscovered " purple trees". We live in the Blue Mountains and Jacaranda's are prolific in this region. Last year, he delighted in spotting purple trees as we drove about our neighbourhood. His language skills were not strong enough at two to get his mouth around Jacaranda, so "purple trees" they were. This year our chatterbox can say pronouce anything we ask of him and so, from my little backseat driver I hear, "another Jacaranda Mummy!" .