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Blossoms in the Boonies, Part I: A Veritable Plethora of Posies

After a few sunny days, the local wildflowers have finally decided to muster up the effort to bloom.  Today there is a Wildflower Day at the Boonville Cemetery and Heritage Park just north of here.   Of course, Sigyn and the human female have gotten up early to go participate.  I’m tagging along to make sure no harm befalls my beloved.

The human female is on her own.

There are a lot of humans here today.  Some of them are exploring the furnished, blue-hats encircled pioneer cabin that has been restored on the site:

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There is a group of musicians on the porch, playing old-timey tunes on fiddles and dulcimers and other stringy, jangly instruments.  Sigyn says it’s lovely.  I say it’s not loud enough to drown out the human female’s prattling, so it’s no good.

The organizers have given the human female a table of her own, and she’s put up a sign that says, “Ask a botanist a question.”  People are stopping by to talk about native plants, things to grow in their gardens, names of wildflowers, and other matters of botanical nerdery.

I’m having a good laugh, because the human female’s table is right behind the life-sized statue of some historic personage and she has more than once almost bid him good morning and asked him if he has questions.  

Across from the human female’s little bastion of all things planty, the organizers have set up a children’s area.  It is well-stocked with coloring pages, crayons, watercolors, paper, and minuscule chairs.  There is also a bubble-generating machine.  I have directed the chilly breeze to blow the bubbles into the human female’s face from time to time.

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I can tell from Sigyn’s wistful expression that she really wants to join them.  Dearest, you are so cute and portable that I’m afraid someone would swoop down and carry you off.  The human female has brought some drawing paper and various implements of scribing—can you set up here at the table with her?

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See?  The mortal has already begun to doodle a portrait of something she calls yellow star grass.

Oh, you want to draw the tiny corn salad?

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I’m sure she’d give you some paper.

You can probably share her colored pencils as well.  How did the human female’s drawing come out?

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A little stiff, but she managed to get the yellow and green on the right parts of the plant, so I’ll give her that.

By Volstagg’s mighty embonpoint!  The organizers have organized some lunch.

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Let’s see… Mini sandwiches, pickle slices, chips, and a cookie.  It’s Lent, Sigyn, so you and I can remove the temptation of that cookie straightaway…

Munch, munch, munch.

It’s for the good of her soul, after all.

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At Last, At Last, At Last…, Part I: Colors!

Today is the day Sigyn has been waiting for all year.  The breeze is warm, the sun is playing hide-and-seek, and the wildflowers are FINALLY putting on their spring show.  The human female has taken us out for a drive to Minty Springs (that place where there is no mint and no springs) south of town, where the flowers really like the sandy soil.

Sigyn, of course, has made an itty-bitty beeline for the bright red paintbuckets.

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She’d lie back and gaze up at them all day if we’d let her.  But last year’s dry grass is itchy.

The human female says it’s a good year  for the bluehats.  I hate to admit it, but she’s right.  That is a very fine shade of blue.

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Sigyn is greeting them like old friends.

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Sigyn, do you usually climb your old friends?

I think all the really bright flowers are out today.  These bibulous, oenophilic cup-shaped ones are a particularly vivid shade of…

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…I don’t even know what you call it. I’ve certainly never seen wine that color.

And this flock of little stars can only be described as pinky-purple-fading-to-bluish.

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And each one has a purple eye in the middle.

Sigyn has the right of it:  If you put all of these colors together in a shirt or a painting, folks would call it garish and be repulsed, but out here, it doesn’t look half bad.

But that does give me a good idea for a spell to put on the human female’s wardrobe…

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