… looks like she’ll have a new life in a yet-to-be-named anthology of Australian folklore stories (yes, even made-up ones like mine), so in celebration here are some pics of the original Jacaranda Wife in my backyard. The old lady’s a bit smaller than she used to be, having suffered some mandatory lopping, but she’s still lovely and filled with purple. In truth, when I moved back to Brisneyland, the reasons were (a) my family and (b) the purple.
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