The human female is doing another drive-by, quick-in-and-out visit to Minter Springs—you recall, the typically-stupidly-Midgardian-named place with no mint and no spring.
Oh, wait… I may have spoken too soon. Sigyn has found something that smells vaguely mintish. Is it just me, or do the flowers look like hand-puppets?
Oh, and evidently that is a small one, because she’s found a BIGGER one to climb on.
How bizarre—it carries its flowers in pom-poms. I shall call this… poodle mint.
I wonder what else is here?
Well, this looks familiar. Sigyn gets excited about this plant every time she sees it. I can’t ever remember the name. Scarlet pumperknuckle, or something like that.
I think we’ve seen this one before, too. One does not readily forget such an obnoxious shade of pink. It’s not a tall plant, but it still towers over my sweetie.
Even these tiny doll’s daisies tower over her (if she lies on her back.)
Isn’t there anything new here? I’m bored.
Oh. Well, I suppose this is different. Little pea flowers. The human female says this is called “pencil flower” because the beans it makes are long and skinny.
I thought it was because the flowers are the color of number two pencils…
I’m really not comfortable, sitting here with the sun in my eyes. However, the human female is being bitten to pieces by mosquitoes every second we are here, so it’s all good.