The humans are still supposed to be self-isolating so that if they’re sick, they don’t make anyone else sick.
Oh, now the human female has declared that she IS sick, that she has a “horrible, horrible case of CABIN FEVER” and she misses the daily walks and if she doesn’t get out of the house she will go crazy and start snapping at people and saying whatever she’s thinking and she can’t be held responsible for her behavior with sharp objects and….oh, wait.
So the human female put on her thinking cap (the one that looks like a cactus; long story) and come up with a place where we can all go walk without meeting anyone.
And here we are! It’s Minty Springs! We’ve been here before, more than once, though I’m not sure we’ve been here in the summer. Let’s see what kinds of mischief I can get up to.
Well, for starters, I’m on the wrong side of the fence!
Neener neener neener.
Sigh. Sigyn says we need to stay on the *right* side of the fence. Very well, my love. I applaud your efforts to make me a better man, though I’m not sure it will “stick.”
Great Frigga’s hairpins! Look at all the enchanter’s nightshade!
This really is a gorgeous plant. I don’t know why everyone doesn’t just fill up their pastures and lawns and gardens with this and call it done.
It’s prolific and prickly and poisonous. What’s not to love?
Sigyn is very enthused about this “nifty” legume. It has “poofy” clusters of little white flowers and “teeny” little leaflets.
The human female, whose language tends to be a little more scientific, says it’s something called roundhead prairie clover, a “locally uncommon, taprooted perennial with gland-dotted foliage and a short, globose to oblong inflorescence, shorter than that of white prairie clover.”
Or that’s what she would tell you she said, anyway. I can’t verify. When she starts rattling botany, I mostly just hear, “whhhhhhsssssshhhhh.” My personal antenna just is not tuned to whatever frequency she’s broadcasting on, and all I get is static.
Apparently this is another unusual find. The human female likes the way it sets all of its flower buds and then blooms backwards down the stem. Sigyn likes the purple color.
I approve of the spiky leaves and floral bracts. Careful, my sweet! I wouldn’t want you to poke an eye out.
Odin’s eyepatch! What is that awful screeching-creaking-whistling noise?!
Human female, you didn’t tell me we were visiting your relatives today. You be sure to stay at least six feet away from your cousin, do you hear? Sigyn and I will stay farther away–I saw some big teeth when it hollered, and it seems like a perfect time to practice some antisocial distancing.
Hmm. I think perhaps Cousin Jack is not the only hoofed thing out here.
I think some undercooked venison came this way…
To be continued…