Stanofh, I think those Jacarandas are at the intersection of Almaden Expressway and Santa Clara Street. That's a street over to the west from the entrance to San Pedro Square. There are about 5 young trees there, right in front of the old De Anza Hotel. But maybe there's another older stand of them somewhere. I don't know of any rare fruit garden in San Jose, but I know that they still had some fruit groves growing within the city when I left for Connecticut eight years ago. Half the places I've visited since I returned to the area have been there for years and when I lived here before, I never knew about them, because I wasn't interested in Gardening. So for me, there's a whole world of things in San Jose that are absolutely new to me, even though I'm a long time resident from years ago. I wonder if you are thinking about Casa de Fruita, which is down by Hollister? That's more of a tourist stopover, but can be of interest to some, especially if you want to buy some frest fruit and nuts. If it's here, I'll find it and take those pics.

The chrysanthemum in a pot that grew all around my pot village roses. I bought more white mums on sale for .88 and want to grow them on for next year like I did for the pink one. Mums are a great value.

I once had a premonition to play the lottery - something I never do. The urge was so strong to play the numbers 7-7-7 in a pick 3 lotto. I fought it all day because I don't gamble. Didn't that number come up! Of course I did not play, but would have won a little less than $500. This was back in early 90's. I still don't play, but if I ever get a premonition that strong again, I will!

My dreams are mostly random thoughts jammed together into some sort of incoherent story line, and after I awake, most of them do not make any sense. When my sister and I were children, at one period, we'd discuss our dreams with each other. Mostly, we would try to determine if we had dreamed in color or black-and-white. It seems that many of our dreams were in shades of gray like a photo. Then we experimented seeing if we could influence the color of our dreams. We found that if we went to sleep while making a conscience effort to dream in color, more of our dreams would be in color. It was a wish on our part to have colorful dreams. That was a long time ago. All the recent dreams that I can remember have been in true color. I find it difficult to remember a dream a few minutes after becomming fully awake unless it was an earth shattering dream or nightmare. I do remember a nightmare that I had many years ago, and its memory has not faded. I was a senior in college and had just finished exam week on Friday. Graduation was the following weekend. My parents were comming to the graduation ceremony and then we were to say our goodbyes as I was taking off immediately to a new job and career to begin the Monday following graduation. I opted to stay in the Dorm for the week between the final exams and graduation. I had planned to relax and tidy up my affairs in an unhurried manner. And then, the nightmare came early Saturday morning after the close of finals. I dreamed that I had forgotten to attend a minor class for the last half of the semester and had forgotten to show for the finals. My life was in ruins. Although it was minor class, the credits were needed for graduation. I was working my way through college and had taken a NDEA loan so that I could put two semesters together and finish my senior year. At 4am in the morning, I awoke in a cold sweat and could not shake the feeling that the dream was true. I turned on a lamp and checked my class schedule - there was no mention of any class of that name on the schedule, but the nightmare had been so real that I could not shake the idea that somehow I had messed up. It ruined a good nights sleep; I could not fall back into a good sleep, but only dosed and tossed and turned. I began Saturday bleary eyed and I could not shake the thought that somehow, I had blown a class. It was awful. At other times, my dreams are about solutions to problems that I may have been actively tusseling with, or had been on my unconscience mind. On awaking, most of the time these "solutions" were absurd and laughable, but on a few occasions, the ideas in the dream were helpful and got me to think 'outside of the box'.