Sigyn and I have realized that WE don’t need to be cooped up with the human female, so we are having a stroll around the yard to see if Spring has wrought any changes.
The toothache tree has shiny new leaves and some tiny flower buds.
It’s very prickly, though, so one must dangle carefully.
The oxalis by the compost heap has been blooming for a while.
Speaking of compost heap, it looks like the All Hallows pumpkin started caving in and has been relegated to a place of ignominy.
You can look, Sigyn, but don’t touch. It is six kinds of scary in there.
What Sigyn likes to call the “cupcake bush” is showing a few blossoms.
If you stand there, though, my sweet, the hummingbirds may not come.
The mint is back with a vengeance. As a botanist, the human female should have known better than to plant it. It has quite taken over the side yard.
Now the whole neighborhood smells like chewing gum every time she mows.
The tropical milkweed has started flowering in earnest. It’s Sigyn’s favorite because of its coloring.
It is drawing some monarch butterflies and—Great Frigga’s hairpins, Sigyn! DON’T MOVE!! There is something long-legged and beaky on the wall behind you and I don’t know what it is!
Phew! That was close. I rescued Sigyn and sent her back inside to make sure the human female is actually working.
I am checking out the irises. They usually bloom the first week in April.
Look, you stupid things, I know it’s been too warm recently, but try to stick with the program, all right?