…something beginning with "T"
Why, yes, Sigyn, it is a tree. Fancy that.
It appears to be the season for the trees to put forth their new foliage. Look how shiny these new leaves are. The human female says this is a "chokecherry." I am filing this tidbit of information away because I think it may be useful later. For example, if my sister-in-law comes to tea…
The oak trees are flinging out their catkins, which exist for the sole purpose of filling the air with as much pollen as possible. The human female is allergic to oak pollen. Also elm pollen, pecan pollen, hickory pollen, grass pollen, weed pollen, and pollen pollen. (It takes a certain monolithic stubbornness to become a botanist when you are allergic to practically anything with chlorophyll. I am –grudgingly– impressed.) Fortunately, my dear Sigyn has no such frailties and finds that young oak twigs are good to swing upon.
I think I will gather some of these slender pollen-bomb catkins and shake them thoroughly into the human female’s pillow case.
This oak is still wearing last year’s leaves, even though it is of a deciduous variety. Clearly, it is confused.
By Fandral’s mustache, what is that?
The human female says it is the "emerging inflorescence of a popular." Well, I don’t know how popular it is, but it is certainly bizarre-looking.
Oh, I see. Here is one that is a little older. More pollen!
That is considerably less nightmarish.
Oh, here is a tree with actual, recognizable flowers. Sigyn thinks it smells delicious and I concur. Ehehehehe! Her climbing is making the tree shake down a snowfall of petals.
Look what else has fallen! I am so glad Sigyn wasn’t standing under it when it fell!