Purple Haze

I am very fortunate to live across the road from a really great park - it might be half a world away from England, but it has the feel of St James' Park in London (including having a large lake in the middle) on a slightly smaller scale. The lakes dry up in the summer now, as a result of declining rainfall - the new Australian Government promised $2million, in the recent Australian election campaign, to find a way of keeping water in the lakes - that's how important Hyde Park is (that's Perth's HP not London's one!) The trees are magnificent - London Plane trees around the lake, some huge Australian fig trees and, most spectacular at this time of year, avenues of Jacaranda trees. The Jacarandas aren't native to Australia, but they thrive in Perth. Sitting under that purple haze creates a totally different feeling from anywhere else in the park - and all without the pharmaceutical aids that Jimi Hendrix supposedly used to create his personal Purple Haze in 1967.

...and then there's Lewis Carroll

Alice came to a fork in the road.
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know", Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter".