It is definitely autumn in this part of Midgard now. It’s about time! After six months of unrelenting summer, we can all use a break, even if the stupid trees won’t change color until next month, of at all.
The days are alternating mild and sunny with cold and windy. The local botany nerds have chosen one of the cold and windy ones for their annual training of the new nerds. The human female is going to lead the field trip, and she is bundled up in so many layers (turtleneck sweater, wool sweater, wood military uniform shirt, puffy coat, hat, gloves) that she resembles nothing so much as a cross between a walking laundry basket and a well-fed tick. This is all fine with me, as the more layers between the human female and my having to look at her, the better.
I, of course, am immune to cold and have put a protection spell around my beloved so that she is comfortably toasty no matter how the wind blows.
So here we are at the local wilderness park, site of many former adventures. Sigyn is admiring the fluffy pink muhly grass in front of the visitors’ center.
I think pink is a stupid color for grasses.
It is much too windy to try to get good photos of plants.
Hold. Still. You. Irritating. Little. Shrub. Grr. Enjoy your blurry St. Andrew’s cross, mortals.
This beautyberry has much lighter fruit than all of its cousins. More pink! Since when is pink a fall color?
It is only in focus because the human female is holding it still. Huh. I guess she’s good for something after all.
Sigyn has discovered that breezy days make for the best dangling.
She says this willow oak is better than anything at an amusement park. Watching her go uuuuup and dooooown, uuuup and doooown is making me a little queasy. Hold tight, my love! I would not want you to tumble from your precarious perch!