This part of Midgard makes no sense. Here it is, the beginning of Febrrruary, and the denizens of other parts of the globe are shoveling snow and wearing electric socks, but we have been gifted with balmy breezes, scintillating sunlight, and peeping posies.
This can only mean one thing–walkies! We can actually start right at home.
The Narsisters don’t seem to know that technically, it is still winter.
Lovely things dangle from the Snowdrop stems.
By the Norns’ nighties! We have been out here for what seems like forever, but we have only made it about half a block, just as far as the park at the end of street. (Nothing moves more slowly than the human female with Sigyn in tow when Plants are Blooming.
Things are looking very green! Sigyn just can’t help herself–she has to stop, flop, and roll among the Brrr-clover and the… whatever those little purple things are.
I know I should remember all the names from last year, but honestly, all that botanese the human female spouts just goes in one ear and out the other.
But, yes indeed, nature is looking very lush!
This means, of course, that I’ve ordered up an ice storm for next week…