We are still at the park. I was hoping for a chance at a nap, but it is not to be. The human female is still talking plants with passersby and making an attempt to draw the pointed phlox that is everywhere.
I like the “pointy” part of the name, but sadly, it is not really menacing enough.
It is an indescribable shade of rather vivid purple-pink. I am not certain that her limited palette of pencils is up to the task…
(Later, at home)
I am grudgingly impressed. By mixing blue and red, she achieved a sort of purple. It doesn’t match the plant, of course, but someone who knows the local flora would probably recognize what she was trying to convey.
Oh ho! She has brought out a set of her own pencils. Let us see if she has any better luck with them.
Still not exactly right, but Sigyn’s enthused!
My love, remind me to buy you a fine set of pencils of your own.