When Jacarandas are in bloom, they bring back the loss of my
mother even more poignantly.
25 years have passed since she left us, yet not a day goes by
without us calling upon her in some way.
The churchyard was full of Jacaranda trees in full bloom and
the ground was a carpet of blooms in her favourite colour.
Such a lovely path to take.
Saturday morning, for the first time in many months,
I managed the drive to the Angaston market,
how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to snap a few
shots of this bounty on the ground?
Oh, such bitter sweet memories.
