It’s Jacaranda season. Joburg’s not so indigenous way of wooing us by saying, ‘Look, I’m awesome, winter was just a long forgotten bad dream’. And for the most part, it works like a charm. Trees that seem long dead suddenly sprout strange purple flowers straight from their dry branches like funny, little half cousins of the cherry blossom. Between the jacarandas, the lush green tree-lined streets and the ameezingly clear blue skies, Joburg must be in love, because she sure is glowing.