Frumpy Mom: My complicated relationship with jacaranda trees

The jacaranda tree in my front yard started dropping purple blossoms this week, and that means it’s time for my annual column about our love-hate relationship.

The blossom-fest is late this year, maybe because we’ve had so much rain. Usually by late May I’m already sick of trying to sweep the periwinkle detritus off the sidewalk.

This year, I began chuckling to myself, watching the new neighbors who are rude and full of themselves park their extra car with the “I love New York” bumper sticker underneath it.