And that something is the sweet smell of flowering Acacia. I must admit, this is one plant I actually like. It is prickly, unpredictable (some years it does not flower at all, not a single plant locally), and a delightfully garish shade of yellow-orange that clashes with everything except school buses and No. 2 pencils.*
I am not one for perfumes, but Sigyn is quite enamored of the soft, licorice-like fragrance of the flowers. On still, humid nights, these flowering trees are smellable all over town.
Natural history lesson: Giraffes love Acacia the way the human female loves cookies. Sigyn has always wanted to meet a giraffe, so for her birthday today, I have gathered some branches of Acacia and sent out a tickly little “come hither” spell.
That was quick! We have only been standing here a few minutes, and already a couple of the gangly camelids have sauntered by to sample our offerings.
I surmise that the one I am tempting has eschewed the traditional reticulated pattern in favor of gaudy neckware.
Sigyn is going to have hers domesticated in no time.
She has charmed the spotless one as well. Careful, Birthday Girl–it is a long way down!
Lest you think I have become too soft-hearted, cavorting in flowers and feeding errant members of the Artiodactyla, I present one of my best pranks ever:
I parked the humans’ vehicle beneath one of the trees with the moon roof open and then summoned another giraffe.
Not only will they have to somehow induce the giraffe to exit the vehicle, they will have the unenviable job of removing giraffe-produced Acacia byproducts from the upholstery…
All in all, a mighty fine day.
*They also match Kodak film boxes, but those are becoming scarce. I would like to go on record as saying that is NOT my fault.