Notwithstanding inasmuch as which the recollections of those few you who remember why chez Crox is sometimes known as the Maison des Girrafes, there has been little evidence of same, either in the Maison itself, or in the Jardin adjacent. That lacuna has now been filled handsomely by our newest arrival.
Welcome, then, Geraldine, who is made of small metal shapes wired together, and stands about seven or eight feet tall. Here she is browsing on the upper reaches of our climbing Hydrangea petiolaris. Geraldine is quite hollow, and I might decorate her with lots of internal illumination at Christmas.
She comes to pieces sufficient for stowage in the average family Volvo… but her subsequent re-assembly on the Patio des Girrafes caused such distress to Canis secundus croxorum that the poor dog had to go indoors, pleading a headache.
The fine emporium whence came this fine specimen had an even taller girrafe, but I felt that ten-twelve feet was probably excessive. The vendor told me that they were quite popular. So where are the other Maisons des Girrafes, I wonder?