After a few sunny days, the local wildflowers have finally decided to muster up the effort to bloom. Today there is a Wildflower Day at the Boonville Cemetery and Heritage Park just north of here. Of course, Sigyn and the human female have gotten up early to go participate. I’m tagging along to make sure no harm befalls my beloved.
The human female is on her own.
There are a lot of humans here today. Some of them are exploring the furnished, blue-hats encircled pioneer cabin that has been restored on the site:
There is a group of musicians on the porch, playing old-timey tunes on fiddles and dulcimers and other stringy, jangly instruments. Sigyn says it’s lovely. I say it’s not loud enough to drown out the human female’s prattling, so it’s no good.
The organizers have given the human female a table of her own, and she’s put up a sign that says, “Ask a botanist a question.” People are stopping by to talk about native plants, things to grow in their gardens, names of wildflowers, and other matters of botanical nerdery.
I’m having a good laugh, because the human female’s table is right behind the life-sized statue of some historic personage and she has more than once almost bid him good morning and asked him if he has questions.
Across from the human female’s little bastion of all things planty, the organizers have set up a children’s area. It is well-stocked with coloring pages, crayons, watercolors, paper, and minuscule chairs. There is also a bubble-generating machine. I have directed the chilly breeze to blow the bubbles into the human female’s face from time to time.
I can tell from Sigyn’s wistful expression that she really wants to join them. Dearest, you are so cute and portable that I’m afraid someone would swoop down and carry you off. The human female has brought some drawing paper and various implements of scribing—can you set up here at the table with her?
See? The mortal has already begun to doodle a portrait of something she calls yellow star grass.
Oh, you want to draw the tiny corn salad?
I’m sure she’d give you some paper.
You can probably share her colored pencils as well. How did the human female’s drawing come out?
A little stiff, but she managed to get the yellow and green on the right parts of the plant, so I’ll give her that.
By Volstagg’s mighty embonpoint! The organizers have organized some lunch.
Let’s see… Mini sandwiches, pickle slices, chips, and a cookie. It’s Lent, Sigyn, so you and I can remove the temptation of that cookie straightaway…
Munch, munch, munch.
It’s for the good of her soul, after all.