The human female does have some garden plants she hasn’t managed to kill. Take, for example, this bed of irises.
For one week in April, it resembles a work by the Midgardian painter Monet. (I saw his work in a book and was intrigued. Frigga would adore Impressionist art, Odin would dismiss it as unrealistic, and Thor… That boor Thor would ask if were time for lunch yet.)
Each velvety blossom lasts but a single day. What a fleeting perch for my beloved!
But royal purple is a fitting throne indeed for the rightful King of Asgard.