It has been a while since the human female received an interesting package in the mail, but one has arrived today. Come, Sigyn, let us see what awaits!
Ah! I recognize the wrapper. She has ordered from these people before. It has taken quite some time to arrive.
It’s one of those self-sealing plastic bag things. We just need to peel up this corner…
“An Irish Florilegium II”
Sigyn says she has heard the human female talk about the two beautiful volumes of this work. She saw them in some super-fancy, super-expensive bookstore in London and has been pining for them since. I guess when she saw this used volume for sale online she was unable resist.
I also guess that she is now wishing that, given the recent painful expenditures for tree-felling and a new cooling box, she had not also purchased this tome for a much discounted yet still mildly eyebrow-raising sum. Clearly she has not learned that as soon as I become aware that she has spent some measure of money on something frivolous, I will engender some mundane pecuniary need of an equal or greater amount!
Let us open the volume and see whether the illustrations have lived up to the glory of their memory.
Sigyn, dearest, please! I do understand your excitement to discover a trove of botanical watercolors, but truly, your squeals of joy are almost painful to the ears!
The prints are indeed fine. This representation of a delightfully deadly, carnivorous flytrap is very lifelike!
Sigyn is admiring this plate of lovingly-rendered DYCs.
All in all, a most pleasing book. As the human female relaxes to peruse the text and illustrations and muse about acquiring this much more expensive volume I, I think I shall prick her guilt and dampen her enjoyment just a little, by whispering a reminder in her ear that the clothes dryer has begun to make some interesting noises.