So when looked outside into the back garden last night before I saw a carpet of the most beautiful mauve on the ground
and on the table.
I've finished reading two excellent Barbara Pym novels, Excellent Women
and Quartet in Autumn. 
They are lovely, gentle quiet novels, beautifully written. The characters aren't always entirely likable but the are completely believable. I've got to read more of these and, after scouring every bookshop I could locate in the CBD (and there are quite a few) over several lunchtimes, and being met with blank stares from daft teenage shop folk, I've had to resort to Amazon. I've ordered five, plus five Elizabeth Taylor's too. Now I have to wait for the package (oh how I hate to wait).In the meantime I'm reading H P Lovecraft's wonderfully old-fashioned science fiction, The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories. Brilliant stuff, no real gore or violence, so much of the actual terror is left to your imagination - which is a powerful thing indeed.
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Sydney Jac's must flower earlier than their Southern counterparts ... my Jacaranda is only just getting new greenery, and not a flower to be seen...
oooooooooo those beautiful Jacs. i so love them. and so miss them. also, you used one of my most fave words of all time in this post. "mauve"
i love that word. i know not why. it's such a gentle word.
i tried to imagine smelling frescias the other day - just like the ones my nana used to put in vases throughout her house, and i nearly cried b/c i couldn't remember what frescias smelled like. all i remembered was how much i loved it. soon, i shall commence my californian frescia search.
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