Psalms 104:24 O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.
I was so happy the jacaranda trees bloomed when we were in Australia since they are a favorite of my mother’s from her childhood growing up in East Africa. They are gorgeous. Imagine a whole street lined with these beauties! (Examples in Pretoria and Johannesburg.)
Photos taken at the Brisbane Botanic Gardens Mt. Coot-tha.
The Jacaranda Trees look beautiful. I would love to see trees like that around here. I would love to go to Australia one day. Thank you for visiting and commenting on my blog. I hope you will enjoy the Eggplant Parmigiana Muffins… they were really a favorite of ours. I love the name of you blog; very cute. Many Blessings,
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Thanks for stopping by here too! :-) It's too bad that jacarandas don't take any frost. I'd love to have one too. They have them in Hawaii and maybe parts of Florida.
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These are beautiful trees, but sadly we don't have them in Canberra as it's too cold.
ReplyDeleteYes. Too cold here too. I don't know if they grow anywhere other than Hawaii and maybe parts of Florida in the U.S.
DeleteHello, I just discovered your blog through a search for Jacarandas in Sydney. We lived there for 3.5 years before the Lord called us to Kenya. I am hoping to see some here as well!
ReplyDeleteJacaranda trees are special to me because my favorite color is purple. When we arrived in Sydney (moved there from America, where I lived all my life) it was like a hug from the Father to see all those lovely purple blossoms!
Well, that's interesting. Our connections cross in some interesting ways. First off, my brother married an Aussie and my husband, parents and I visited there in 2013. We were in the Brisbane area, which is where I took these photos. My mom also loves jacaranda and purple. :-)
DeleteMy mom learned to love jacaranda in East Africa. She was born in Tanzania and she and my dad met at Rift Valley Academy at Kijabe in Kenya. My grandparents all worked on the Tanzania field and were friends. My parents got married after my dad finished college in the U.S. (mom didn't finish) and after a few years of other things, they ended up as missionaries in Ethiopia. They had to leave there due to the Marxist coup and ended up finishing out their time in Africa working in Kenya for a few years. My dad's parents were working in Nairobi by that time and we visited Mombasa once on a family vacation. I have a few memories. :-) We returned home in 1976 after the work they helped with was turned over the the national Christians. At that point they decided to stay in the States and my dad pastored small churches for years after that.
Interesting, indeed! Thanks for sharing more details with me. I love to hear how God has moved in the lives of others who hear His call and obey :) So encouraging. I've browsed some of your blog posts and we are on the same page in many areas. God bless you bunches!
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