Sigyn and the human female are feeling a little house-bound, so I’ve donned my old clothes so that we can all go for a walk in the woods. (Or, rather, they’re walking and I’m being dragged.)
Wait–what month is this? January, correct? And Midgard hasn’t toppled over to put us in the Southern Hemisphere, has it? No? Then why is everything so green?
It has been a most atypical year, weather-wise. All of this clover and grass is comfy and good to sit in, but much more appropriate for late February or March! And can we move on? The sun is right in my eyes.
Sigyn has found some flowers. Are they early too?
Nope. This is bitterweed. It is supposed to flower in the fall, but in the past couple of years there have been stragglers blooming all through the winter and random individuals all spring and summer as well. Hogun’s topknot, it is sunny today!
Ah, shade! And this yaupon holly looks about right for the time of year. It stays green all year, and the human female said once that the berries will stay on until the migrating birds in the spring swoop in and gobble them all up.
You’ll pardon me if I don’t try one. I know better.
This deciduous holly is a little more blatant in offering up its fruity goodness. No leaves to get in the way.
(Augh! The low sun is right my face again. Curse these winter afternoons!)
We are also seeing remnants of last autumn’s flora. This verbena is just hairy enough to have a halo when back-lit.
And the pink muhly grass still has a little color.
Whew! We’ve walked over half the park. Let’s rest a bit and then continue…