Purple Reign

You've seen her. At the neighbor's. At the mall. In the hills of Beverly and the alleys of Inglewood. Pop on a plane and you can Where's Waldo her ass across town.

She's an academic - coming online only at the school year's beginning and end.

She's an immigrant. Like the rest of us. Not native to So Cal but brought here from Argentina by the Mother of Balboa Park.

She's a ho. Bringin' all the pollinators - birds, bees, and butterflies. Creating biodiversity in our hectic urban landscape since 1882.

If you live here, you know - it's Jackie season, girl.

Not Gleason or Chan or O. Or Natalie Portman in the title role of Pablo Larraín's biopic - you know, the predecessor to Spencer, where Kristen Stewart lops pearls in her soup and swallows.

We're talking California royalty. Tall. Stately. Stoic af. Purple and proud. Just in time for pride.

Who blogs about a tree? Bitch, me. She's so damn pretty, even if she's a mess. Next time you see a Jacaranda, give her a squeeze for me. I'll never let go, Jac.

"Jackie T." - Watercolor on paper, 2020 - by my husband.