I remember my jacaranda, the one I would climb to read a book, uncomfortable on the rough branch but happy to be hidden away in the leaves. Beauty treatments - 'milk' squeezed from the end of the flower and applied to our hands - it softens and whitens, madam. The leaves pulled from the stem and hoarded, an endless supply of money, accepted in all the best backyard shops.
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Jacaranda Blossom, Grafton |
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