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Whirlwind Getaway, Day 2, Part Two: The Humans Don’t Know When To Quit

Triple ugh.  If anything, it has gotten hotter.  The humans are all drippy and wilty.  They think it is time for lunch.  Lunch someplace cool.

(later) What?!  By my pointy little horns, these two have NO imagination.  They have returned the SAME restaurant at which they ate yesterday, and have ordered the exact same dishes.  Pitiful, that’s what it is.

Somewhat restored, we have all returned to the garden to see what other delights there may be.

Look, Sigyn!  There is an (indoor!) exhibit of miniature trees.  Come stand next to one for scale.  I don’t really understand the mortal fascination with making things as small as possible, but I will admit it—this does look like a regular, large tree.  Very well done.

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The gentlemen at the entrance said we could vote for our favorites in the show, but this specimen doesn’t have a number.  Oh, I see why.  This isn’t a tree. It’s a fern or something.  Sorry, Sigyn.  I know you like it.  You’ll just have to wave and tell it it’s doing a very good job of being a fern in a tiny pot.

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Sigyn is hoping that if she is quiet and polite, the two old men will invite her to have tea with them.

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Great Yggdrasil!  Look at the roots on this one!

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I think this one has been hitting the fertilizer pretty heavily.  Someone should put it on a diet.

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Well, that was edifying.  Onward.

Sigyn never can resist a statue.

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Careful, dearest.  She looks possessed.  Or as if she’s about to drop you.

Now we have found a greenhouse full of something called “begonias.”   Here is a nice planting of some with very colorful leaves, all grouped around what is billed as a reflecting pool. 

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I’m afraid that all it really reflects is the fact that no one has filled or cleaned it recently.

Sigyn is having fun identifying which plants in the bed are alike.  It is like a horticultural matching game!

I like the green ones, and I like how each blade grows in a spiral.

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Sigyn, of course, prefers the red.

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Now we are in search of the scented garden, which the human female wants very  much to see.  We are standing right where the map says it should be.  Oh, no!  Have the staff decided to close it for refurbishment?

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What bad timing!   What a shame!   Ehehehehehe.

Speaking of time, how late is it getting to be?  I GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW, WILL WE?

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Don’t look at me. It was like this when I got here.  I swear.

We have moved on to the perennial garden.  Daylilies do not come in red, but Sigyn likes the yellow just fine.

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Alstroemeria.  Now THAT comes in red.

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Looks like they are out of garden guides.

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Yes, Sigyn, this is a cute little “fixer-upper.”  And it would be fun to live in a garden.  But it’s, um, a little lacking in the windows department.  Not to mention that to go in and out we’d have to detach the whole front wall every time.

Also consider that it has no air conditioning, which on a day as hot as this one, is a real deal-breaker.  Whew!  I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a nap and a shower.  Not necessarily in that order.

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Whirlwind Getaway, Day 2, Part One: Do We *Really* Want to Be Outdoors?

Ugh.  No relief from the heat.  If anything, it is hotter than yesterday.  Large City to the North is not friendly to Frost Giants.  The humans have no consideration for me, though, so we are off.  Time to get going!  Things to do!  People to see!  Double ugh.

But first:  breakfast!  The human female’s preoccupation with waffles— and difficulty with them—has been documented here before, from her slap-dash approach to toppings  to her inability to fill a waffle iron completely.  She is at it again.  The inn at which we are staying has two waffle irons, one of which makes the standard round waffle at which she fails so spectacularly, and another which produces conjoined quadruplet wafflettes.  The female, self-righteously believing she is saving a few calories, has opted to only make two.  And eat them plain.  They don’t taste as nice that way, but at least I’m not forced to look at one of her Jackson-Pollock masterpieces.

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Our main activity for today is a visit to the Botanical Gardens.  I hear they are very fine, especially one sub-garden which has been groomed in the style of a garden from the other side of this realm.  We shall begin here.

The human male, who has lived in foreign parts, says this is a lantern.  I do not see how that can be correct, as there is no bulb and no cord.  Nor is there a reservoir for kerosene or other combustible.  Obviously it is a rustic little rain shelter, for use should inclement weather arise.   Or possibly, a very fancy bus stop.  Luckily, we have no need of either today.

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There is a series of pools and falls running through the garden.  The human female has purchased some fish food to feel the finny denizens of the pools.

But I have let these most persistent waterfowl know that breakfast is served.

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The fish are coming, but the ducks are faster, so likely the fishies will go hungry.

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Once the ducks are distracted elsewhere, the feeding frenzy can begin.  Don’t get too close to the edge, Sigyn!  One of those gaping mouths could suck you right in!

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It is not only ducks and carp who appreciate a good fish kibble.

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Apparently, there is a lot of eating going on here today, because down by the big pool, there’s a big blue heron standing perfectly still, just waiting for a bite-sized carp to get a little too close…

The landscape materials here are very fine.  This boardwalk through a bamboo thicket is both decorative and sturdy.

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The bamboo itself is eminently suitable for dangling.

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Sigyn, should you be doing that so soon after breakfast?

The human female has given up trying to count the number of maple varieties represented here.  Sigyn, naturally, prefers the ones that are red all year round.

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Another rain shelter.  This would make a cute little summer house, don’t you think, Sigyn?

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There is not much blooming at this time, but trust my sweetie to make a beeline right for the showiest blossom.

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The bluey-purply ones are nice too.  They look like little bells.  Or, if you are Sigyn, big bells.

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While Sigyn and the human female are botanizing and the male is taking photographs, I can explore a bit on my own for a while.

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Neener neener neener.

Sigyn has rejoined me and we are completing our circuit of the garden.  There is some very decorative bamboo fencing.  Mortals, why cannot we have this at home?

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The gift shop is apparently partially a nursery.  It sells these quaint little trees.

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As well as the tiny little buildings to put next to them to give them  a sense of scale.  (Actually, rather than making the miniature trees look big, the tiny houses just make Sigyn look ENORMOUS!

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All of our exploring and marveling at the beauties of nature, as well as our reading about the symbolism of the objects in this garden, have left me with just one burning question:

Sigyn, if I bought you this raccoon sake set, would you use it?

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What is is they say in this realm?  “Stay tuned, kiddies.  Lots more to come!”

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