25/11/2025
Jacarandas: messy or marvellous?
Maybe both. Always both.
It’s that time of year when the streets turn purple and the blooms arrive unannounced: authentic, fleeting, a little unruly…much like two souls I’ve been thinking about lately: my brother Sean (10 years gone), and Dexter the dachshund, who walked beside me through those early days of loss, tail up, ears flapping, determined to sniff every fallen jacaranda petal.
Time does strange things. Seasons shift, blooms appear, drop, carpet the ground, and disappear again. We love them while they’re here and miss them just as fiercely when they’re not. Sean and Dex were like that: blooms that drew people in with their enthusiasm for life, their stubborn tenderness, their ability to make the ordinary feel remarkable. I hope they’ve found each other on the other side, making mischief and spreading joy like only they could.
Jacarandas remind me that beauty doesn’t ask permission. Some blooms need tending, others burst through no matter what. Some fall before we’re ready; others persist despite our neglect. And still they bloom.
It makes me ask: is it worth nurturing something (or someone) whose presence is fleeting?
And the answer, always, is yes.
So my mantra: appreciate the bloom. Appreciate the season you’re in, the fallow times, the unexpected blossoms, the relationships that shaped you, whether they lasted or not. If you’re reading this, you’re still putting roots down, still growing, still storing what you need for cycles to come.
Your bloom, every stage of it, from radiant to messy is a gift.
And those blooming around you? Many ask nothing of you. But if you notice them, let them know. Seeing someone, whether they’re in full flower or dropping petals, can be the smallest act with the biggest impact.
Here’s to the seasons, the surrender, the adapting, the growing.
Here’s to Sean.
Here’s to Dexter.
Here’s to the messy and the marvellous. 🌸💜🐾