Odin’s eypatch, where does the time go?! The grass on the roadsides is turning tawny, the mosquitoes are living it up, and the outdoor air has all the physical properties of a lukewarm bath. I have blinked once since last year’s festivities and suddenly it’s cherry season again. Sigyn and I have been doing this for years—when the cherries come in, we have our annual cherry pull. Sigyn usually wins, and I have my suspicions about last year’s results… Still, it’s a Tradition, with a capital “T”, and Sigyn loves it so, and thus here we are.
Hmm. This year’s fruit looks a little smallish and under-ripe. It is a little early. Perhaps someone jumped the gun a bit with the harvest.
Come, my love. Let us get my humiliation over with.
Gnnnngh! Idunn’s little apples! The stems this year are most monstrously strong!
Pull pull pull pull, pull ……..
Heels over horns!
Ow. Sigyn, light of my life, are you all right? You’re sure? Well, thank goodness for that. No, I am not injured either. Let us examine the results.
Is that…? Do my eyes deceive me? We appear to have tugged to a draw! We both have an intact stem and a bit of the connector. I didn’t think that was even possible!
I suppose we shall have to wait for another double cherry to come along and go best two out of three.