chaetopappa asteroides

At Last, At Last, At Last…, Part II: They Also Come in Pastel

Not everything here is in screaming Technicolor.  Some of the flowers are very subtly hued, and they come in quite an array of sizes.

The sweet clover has small, soft yellow flowers.  (snurrf!)  It smells delicious.  Not the flowers, the whole plant.   Mmmm.  New-mown hay…


But my sweetie smells better, any day.

Great Frigga’s corset!  What is that high-pitched noise?!  Oh.  It’s just Sigyn squealing.


What is it, my love?  What has you so tickled?  This teensy little daisy?  I guess if you like your blossoms on the small side, it has a certain charm.

Ehehehehe.  Sigyn has just met her first false indigo.  I’ll say it’s false!  It’s not indigo at all!  It’s a sort of yellowish cream color.  It’s a weird plant.  It makes green mounds in open, grassy areas, with the flower clusters poking out from around the base of the plant.  To my mind, from a distance, they look like a fleet of spaceships staging an invasion.


Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing.  I tried it once.  Didn’t end well, but I’ve learned a few things and my next attempt will be much better, you can be sure.

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Again With The No Mint And No Spring

The human female is doing another drive-by, quick-in-and-out visit to Minter Springs—you recall, the typically-stupidly-Midgardian-named place with no mint and no spring.

Oh, wait… I may have spoken too soon.  Sigyn has found something that smells vaguely mintish.  Is it just me, or do the flowers look like hand-puppets?


Oh, and evidently that is a small one, because she’s found a BIGGER one to climb on.


How bizarre—it carries its flowers in pom-poms.  I shall call this… poodle mint.

I wonder what else is here?

Well, this looks familiar. Sigyn gets excited about this plant every time she sees it.  I can’t ever remember the name.  Scarlet pumperknuckle, or something like that.


I think we’ve seen this one before, too.  One does not readily forget such an obnoxious shade of pink.  It’s not a tall plant, but it still towers over my sweetie.


Even these tiny doll’s daisies tower over her (if she lies on her back.)


Isn’t there anything new here?  I’m bored.

Oh.  Well, I suppose this is different.  Little pea flowers.  The human female says this is called “pencil flower” because the beans it makes are long and skinny.

I thought it was because the flowers are the color of number two pencils…


I’m really not comfortable, sitting here with the sun in my eyes.  However, the human female is being bitten to pieces by mosquitoes every second we are here, so it’s all good.

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