For those hailing from southern Africa, or indeed South America where the tree originated, seeing a row of severely pruned Jacaranda trees is painful to the quick.
Deformed, naked, stunted, pleading.
Weird imitations of lampposts on
this first fine day with spring in the air.
The sky is blue, yet the trees are bare.
Weeds in the fields roam free and are mostly yellow.
Poor trees. I guess Russia is not the only country where they prune them this way. I remember when I was a child they didn’t cut the branches this way, but actually left something there. But now they don’t, not sure why.