....it's jacaranda time. Sydney must be one of the jacaranda capitals of the world (though I'm not sure it can compete with Grafton, which elects a Jacaranda Queen every year). The suburbs erupt into a blaze of purpley blue (PMS 2715?), often with whole streets having nothing but jacarandas along both sides, and a fabulous coloured carpet down below.
There's only one thing better than a jacaranda street. That's the double act of jacaranda and Illawarra flame tree, often planted right next to each other. Incredible colour combination. And a red and blue carpet.
My favourite jacaranda street used to be the one in Strathfield where we often park the car to catch the train into town. That got spoilt a bit when there was a grizzly murder there recently, but I discovered a new one yesterday. I sometimes take the bus home from Parramatta, and always wondered why it takes this ludicrous diversion off the main road, through the streets of Oatlands where almost no passengers ever get on or off. Now I know. These streets form the ultimate scenic jacaranda pocket, not to be missed for anything.
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