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An essay about Jacaranda trees and the feelings they invoke.

Submitted: October 14, 2018

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Submitted: October 14, 2018



Every year, I am surprised when I drive through the city and see the Jacaranda trees in bloom.

What surprises me is not that the trees bloom at the same time every year, because that is just one of the many cycles in life that you know with certainty will happen. I am surprised by how charmed I feel when I suddenly drive down a street and remember how beautiful it is to see the rows and rows of purple blooms.

It brings back memories of student days on campus because when the Jacaranda trees bloomed it was exam time. It would be spring. It brings back memories of picnics and enjoying the sun. It brings back my faith in the constants in life. It reminds me of the wonders of nature, miracles and how something with no calendar or electronic reminders knows exactly when to bloom and how each leaf and flower is shaped.

When the first soft bell-flowers appear, I feel so excited that I would take a drive simply to experience the look of the trees and the continuous colour.

The bitter sweetness of the Jacaranda tree is that it only blooms once a year and only for a few weeks. The sweetest scent is released when the blooms fall to the ground and are crushed as you walk over the softness. Being sad at seeing the fallen blooms crushed, I am comforted by the fact that next year I will drive down a street and be charmed and surprised again by the same beauty.

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