Las Jacarandas están in bloom in Los Angeles

It’s the last week in May, where does the time go?

Seems all the Jacaranda trees in L.A. got the memo recently that it was time to burst into full color. A beautiful, intense, rich lavender meets happy purple kind of color. A full bloom all over the place. How do the flowers know it’s time to shine?

It’s easy to spot them when driving, even on the freeway. But they’re especially powerful in downtown LA and Pasadena.

Sometimes you just need to take a break, stand still on the street and admire them. Because like Ferris Bueller said, “Blink, and you miss it.” Ya sabemos que cuando llegue el late summer, las jacarandas se despiden hasta el año que entra.

En eso estaba yo, muy “enjoying the moment” en el Central Park de Pasadena, cuando pasa un pájaro volando and he poops a bit on my hair. Eww! How’s that for “disfrutando el momento”?

Pasadena Jacarandas on Del Mar blvd.

Pasadena Jacarandas on Del Mar blvd.


 

"Central Park" on Fair Oaks in Pasadena, with a central jacaranda.

“Central Park” on Fair Oaks in Pasadena, with a central Jacaranda.


 

Pops of color everywhere you go. Fits in nicely with our nice weather we've been having.

Pops of color everywhere you go. Fits in nicely with the weather we’ve been having.


 

Bam! A street filled with Jacarandas. (Pasadena, Del Mar blvd.)

Bam! A street filled with Jacarandas as far as the eye can see. (Pasadena, Del Mar blvd.)


 

Out for a run, surrounded by purple violet.

Out for a run, surrounded by purple violet.


 

Just chillin' in DTLA.

Just chillin’ in DTLA.


 

On 8th street in DTLA, the Jacaranda becomes part of the cityscape.

On 8th street in DTLA, the Jacaranda becomes part of the cityscape.


 

This intense blue lavender violet is now my favorite color. I love Jacarandas!

This intense blue lavender violet is now my favorite color. I love Jacarandas!

Daylight savings time already? Really?

Time stops for no one. Remember to change your watch one hour forward befor Sunday morning.

Time stops for no one. Remember to change your watch one hour forward by Sunday morning.

So I’m not ready para que la hora cambie this weekend. Seriously, this came way too soon this year. Didn’t this use to happen in April? Qué pasó?

Well, like it or not, the annual ritual also known as “Spring Forward” is happening Sunday March 10, when we’re all gonna have to wake up an hour earlier on Sunday and move our watches and clocks one hour ahead. Ni modo, a madrugar, people! Nevermind it’s still cold and rainy in LA.

It was Benjamin Franklin who said these wise words, “Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Yet even if getting enough sleep and rest was one of my New Year’s Resolutions, I haven’t really made it happen.  (Si fueron sabias palabras pero mi querido Benjamin Franklin no vivía en el 21st Century con todo el technology, modern lifestyle, social media distractions, and late night TV! Who really goes to bed early anyway?)

I saw on the news this morning that there’s an economical reason/benefit to change the time as Spring approaches because that means people have extra daylight in the evening and that encourages them to go shopping and spend more at the mall. I’m not sure that’s entirely true in my case. I like to go shopping regardless of the time, but I do admit to enjoying the extended  “magic hour” to take pictures, really the best time of the day to venture out with your camera. Eso sí está padre.

It’s just those first few days when the time change happens, and I do miss that extra hour of sleep, which makes me muy cranky. Voy a necesitar más cafecito in the morning to get used to this, at least until my pleasant personality kicks in again as days progress. But it could take all week to get used to levantarme más tempranoconste que les avisé!

¡Feliz Cumpleaños #100 querido Toto!

El 22 de febrero de 1913 nació mi abuelo materno, Eustolio Rodriguez Bustamante. Today would’ve been my Toto’s one hundredth birthday.

It kind of blows my mind a little, when I start wondering how life was back in the early 20th century. Somehow just having a birthday this week myself I think time is so fleeting, moving so fast, ¿a dónde se va el tiempo tan rápido? Hace cien años nació en La Colorada, Sonora, México, vivió hasta recién cumplidos los 84. He had a good, decent, happy life and today I want to honor that.

Mi Toto was a lovely man, with a strong personality, quiet, reserved, but a humorous man with common sense one liners. We have quite a few anecdotes in the family where we can quote a his “sabias palabras” with quick thinking and responses that would leave you kind of speechless and admitting he was always right. He didn’t say much, but that’s all he needed to say.

He married my grandmother Lilia, and had two daughters, my Mom Cristina and mi Tia Silvia. He was the person that gave them a bilingual education, sending them off to school across the border, and I guess this started a trend, porque ya todas fuimos bilingües después.

He was always very artistic, very curious, very stylish, con muy buen gusto para vestirse. He loved to paint, he loved to travel, he loved music, he loved to read. He had subscriptions to Life Magazine back in the 60’s and 70’s delivered to Mexicali (my Mom y mi Tia tell me his collection was amazing, which unfortunately we didn’t keep) and he had a TV Guide subscription back when we had open cable TV across the order in the 80’s and 90’s. He and I used to watch Dan Rather on the CBS Evening News and Dick Clark on Saturday’s with American Bandstand. He LOVED chocolate, I mean LOVED it, and his favorites were See’s Candies and the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. We could eat a whole bag together of the mini cups in one sitting.

The one thing I didn’t think he liked too much was his name, because for the subscriptions tabs I would always read “Ernesto Rodriguez”…but everybody called him Don Eus and after I started calling him Toto (being the oldest of four granddaughters) the nickname stuck.

I just found these pictures archived and thought I’d share a few of his life in Sonora, before he married my Grandma and when he was a young man just starting out. I suddenly find myself wondering what was life for him back then, and makes me want to build a family tree, a ver cuántos parientes Rodriguez encontramos.

But for now, Happy Birthday Toto! I know you must be having a great birthday party with your buddies up in Heaven. Siempre me acuerdo de ti y te quiero mucho Toto!

No tengo fecha exacta. Creo que aquí tendria unos 18 años, around 1931 in Sonora, Mexico.

No tengo fecha exacta. Creo que aquí tendria unos 18 años, around 1931 in Sonora, Mexico.

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Playing with one of his dogs. Le encantaban los perros.

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Muy joven, se retrató con sus amigos. (He is the one on the left.)

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De viaje en las pirámides de Teotihuacán en Mexico DF. Circa 1944.

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A handsome man, my grandfather walking down the street in Mexico City.

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Another picture with his friends. My Grandfather is the very last one to the right.

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With my Grandmother, Mama Lilia (cream dress) and her sisters. Las cuñadas andaban de chaperonas yo creo. From left: Tia Delia, Mama Lilia, Toto, y Tia Consuelo.

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Otra foto con Mi Mama Lilia, mi Toto, mi Tia Consuelo y mi Tio Tin.