We are ambling today toward the pond a few streets over. There are a lot of things blooming, so our progress, if you can call it that, is very, very s l o w. Sigyn usually likes to leave the flowers where they are, but today there are so many “cute” ones that she can’t help herself and is gathering a bouquet.
Sigyn, I think it might be bigger than you are.
Definitely bigger than you are. Do you need some help carrying it? Or shall I magic it back home and into a vase for you? Done! Let’s see what else there is.
The farkleberry is LATE in flowering this year. This should be an April thing. Rats! This means the farkleberries will be late, too.
The dewberries are a bit late as well. No, Sigyn! Don’t go crawling and picking the red ones to eat!
Norns’ nighties! I have to tell her every year. It’s the BLACK ones you want! BLACK is ripe!
There you go.
Six or seven good ones and we can make a pie as big as you!