Focusing on the soft curve of the cobblestone border, I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was kneeling, until a woman passed by and commented, “That’s really something isn’t it—all that ginko.” Only then did I take a good look and see the fan-shaped leaves and orangey-golden fruits. Oh, no! I quickly straightened up and made my way carefully over to the sidewalk. Later, when I got in the car, my nose told me I hadn’t stepped carefully enough. Soon as I got home, I took off my shoes before stepping inside to wash the soles of my shoes, but the smell in my car lingered there another day or two.
“Ginkgo Stinko” is a cheery hoot for those familiar with the stinky smell of crushed ginko fruits, which are often described as being like rotten butter or vomit or dog poop!💩🤥
