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The Plaza de la Merced in Málaga has a spectacular display of jacaranda trees and mimosas. Mimosas bring back sweet memories. My parents planted one in the garden beneath my bedroom window. In the eight years we lived in the house, the tree grew above my window and I could lean out and pick flowers. I found the tree magical because I learned that I could make the leaves close up just by touching them. I must have driven that poor tree crazy.
Plaza de la Merced is surrounded by restaurants and renovation. And this time of year it’s incredible. I arrived at the plaza about two minutes after leaving Lagunillas. Pablo Picasso’s childhood home (apartment) is the first building I passed. Then I wandered through town a bit and grabbed a couple of photos of nice knockers. I need to do a knockers tour of Málaga one of these days. I did that in Sevilla and had a great time (click here).
While I wandered I bought myself a box of very good turón (with no added sugar). The cats were unimpressed. They just expected their evening treats the minute I arrived home. I made them wait for me to pee. Ha! And they think they’re in charge.
Speaking of who’s in charge: It took Moose until noon Monday to even enter San Geraldo’s office again. He hadn’t been in since I assembled the new cat tree. Monday morning he followed me wherever I went — except when I entered SG’s office. He would come to a dead stop. He actually had us worried (and feeling guilty). Finally, while I was out on a walk, SG begged and pleaded and, finally, Moose walked in. He immediately jumped into the nearest hammock and, for the next 6 hours, left it only for food and the litter box. I think he’ll survive. And to think we were about to take him (or us) for therapy.
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La Plaza de la Merced de Málaga cuenta con un espectacular despliegue de jacarandas y mimosas. Las mimosas traen dulces recuerdos. Mis padres plantaron uno en el jardín debajo de la ventana de mi dormitorio. En los ocho años que vivimos en la casa, el árbol creció sobre mi ventana y pude asomarme y recoger flores. Encontré el árbol mágico porque aprendí que podía hacer que las hojas se cerraran con solo tocarlas. Debo haber vuelto loco a ese pobre árbol.
La Plaza de la Merced está rodeada de restauración y restauración. Pero esta época del año es increíble. Llegué a la plaza como dos minutos después de salir de Lagunillas. La casa (apartamento) de la infancia de Pablo Picasso es el primer edificio por el que pasé. Luego deambulé un poco por la ciudad y tomé un par de fotos de lindas aldabas. Necesito hacer una gira de aldabas por Málaga un día de estos. Eso lo hice en Sevilla y lo pasé muy bien (haz clic aquí).
Mientras deambulaba me compré una caja de muy buen turón (sin azúcar añadido). Los gatos no estaban impresionados. Solo esperaban sus delicias nocturnas en el momento en que llegué a casa. Los hice esperar a que me hiciera pis. ¡Ja! Y creen que están a cargo.
Hablando de quién está a cargo: Moose tardó hasta el mediodía del lunes en volver a entrar en la oficina de San Geraldo. No había estado desde que armé el nuevo árbol para gatos. El lunes por la mañana me siguió a donde quiera que fuera — excepto cuando entré en la oficina de SG. Llegaría a un punto muerto. De hecho, nos tenía preocupados (y sintiéndonos culpables). Finalmente, mientras yo estaba dando un paseo, SG rogó y suplicó y, finalmente, Moose entró. Inmediatamente saltó a la hamaca más cercana y, durante las siguientes 6 horas, la dejó solo para la comida y la caja de arena. Creo que sobrevivirá. Y pensar que estábamos a punto de llevarlo (o llevarnos) a terapia.
• Estoy seguro de que lo escuché decir “¡Ay de mí!”
• Finalmente superó su miedo.
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I don’t see any Forsythia in this post.Also, as far as I know, their leaves would only curl if the were in need of a good soaking. Maybe what they call Forsythia there is something else? Or are you referring to the fluffy pink-flowered tree in your photos? That is possibly an Albizia, but too complicated for comments! Gogeous pictures, whichever name they go by.Thank you; it’ll be close to six months before I see Jacaranda flowers…
dinahmow:
Ha! Brain fart… again. Mimosa!!! I’ll fix it! Thanks!
Sleepy brain here! Should have guessed! Bloody sensitive weed on steroids. In Australia, we (some of us, at least) tend to think of wattle flowers as mimosa.
dinahmow:
I didn’t know the name wattle flowers. I know that as a kind of acacia (but never remember which kind), but I’ve also heard them called mimosas here, too.
Such a pretty bloom this year. The catalpa trees are blooming here, those remind me of my grandparents driveway on the farm. You could do post on knockers and knickers.
David:
A knocker and knickers post sounds like a fun one to photograph. I’ll get started on the knickers.
OMG!!!!!! Be still me heart! At times, pictures don’t do justice, but these I have a feeling do, and took my breath away!!!! The jacaranda trees and mimosas are so stunning!!!! And you know I love purple. The jacaranda tree might be my favorite tree. What colors the two make together. It must be a sight. Thanks for the beautiful treat.
You don’t want to know what the Lad uses as a door knocker on me.
And love Dudo’s face looking to Moose after the new cat tree visit. “Thank heavens you didn’t topple the tree fat ass.”
Mistress Borghese:
Knock knock knockin’ on heaven’s door?
Atta boy, Moose! What a brave boy you are!!
LOVE old doors and their knockers! These are great!
Jim:
Moose seems very pleased with himself.
Clearly Moose doesn’t enjoy change and that new condo put him out of his comfort zone. Glad he took the leap and found a nest.
PS The Boys are lulling you into a false sense of security by letting you think you won that round.
Bob:
The last time I assembled a new cat tree, he was on it while I worked. I wonder if the smell was different this time. Or maybe it’s just Moose.
Wow, you really showed Dudo and Moose who’s boss! Well done!
Debra:
Yeah, I’m in charge. They told me I can say that if I like. (But they were laughing.)
As silly as this sounds, I didn’t know a mimosa was a tree. I thought it was a cocktail named after somebody’s great-grandmother or something. You live, you learn.
Beautiful pictures. I love all of the purple. Not into knockers.
Deedles:
The tree was named after the cocktail.
I fell for that one, Scoot! Sometimes it’s hard to detect tongue-in-cheek in the written form. Or it may have been the vestiges of that Georgia Peach cocktail I had at my granddaughter’s graduation dinner. Some people just can’t handle fresh peach puree in their vodka. Maybe it was the peach liqueur. Nope had to have been the raspberry swirl.
Deedles:
Oh, definitely the raspberry swirl. That would do me in. As for the tongue-in-check, I thought you might believe me at first. But I knew you’d catch on.
Those trees are stunning! I didn’t know that about the Mimosa leaves. I’ll have to try it sometime. When I was a kid I would tease the Venus Flytrap into thinking it had caught something. That might be why they never really thrived in my care.
Kelly:
I did the same thing with my Venus flytrap and I, too, was sure that’s what did it in. I also read that I could feed it ground beef. Maybe it didn’t like that either.
Jacarandas don’t smell great — vaguely urine-like — but they sure are stunning visually. I love them in combination with the mimosa.
Poor Moose. So much trauma! I’m glad he has embraced the change. Is Dudo the more dominant cat? Maybe Moose was trying to respect his territory?
Steve:
I’ve never noticed that smell from jacarandas. Always thought they were mild and pleasant smelling. Blech. We had them lining our street in Santa Barbara. They were lush and glorious but the flowers sure made a sticky mess of the pavement.
We would describe Dudo as the Alpha, but sometimes Moose surprises us. He can regularly be caught with his jaw clamped on the nape of Dudo’s neck.
You had that tree growing outside your window growing up? I envy you. I just had the house across the street, which they knocked down to put up some high-tension wires.
Kirk:
It was a spacious old suburban neighborhood and my parents planted several interesting specimen trees. Unfortunately, the mimosa is long gone. It was planted way too close to the house.
The jacarandas are amazing! What a great color!
Walt the Fourth:
We had them all over Southern California, too. Stunning.