Five or so years ago, the human female dragged Sigyn and me all over campus, showing us the all of the flowering trees and shrubs. Sigyn and I did not exactly agree about the merits of the various floral entities. Take this one, for example:
First of all, it has a stupid name. It doesn’t grow only in Texas, we are nowhere near the mountains, it is not a laurel—or even a mountain laurel.
The second part of its slanty name, “secundiflora” is supposed to indicate flowers that are all on one side of the branch.
Even before Sigyn started climbing around in this flower cluster, it certainly wasn’t one-sided.
And then there’s the smell. Sigyn thinks it’s “heavenly.” Five years ago, I thought it smelled like fake grape Kool-aid.
Now I think it smells like spoiled fake grape Kool-aid. Bleargh.
It’s blooming a month or so early, too, so it could get started ruining my spring sooner.
Enjoy your rancid air-freshener, Sigyn, I’m going to go see what else is in flower. Unless the campus has started planting skunk cabbage, I’m sure I can find something.