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Blossoms in the Boonies, Part II: A Colorful Conundrum

We are still at the park.  I was hoping for a chance at a nap, but it is not to be.  The human female is still talking plants with passersby and making an attempt to draw the pointed phlox that is everywhere.

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I like the “pointy” part of the name, but sadly, it is not really menacing enough.

It is an indescribable shade of rather vivid purple-pink.   I am not certain that her limited palette of pencils is up to the task…

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(Later, at home)

I am grudgingly impressed.  By mixing blue and red, she achieved a sort of purple.  It doesn’t match the plant, of course, but someone who knows the local flora would probably recognize what she was trying to convey.

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Oh ho!  She has brought out a set of her own pencils.  Let us see if she has any better luck with them.

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Still not exactly right, but Sigyn’s enthused!

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My love, remind me to buy you a fine set of pencils of your own.

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I Don’t See Mint *OR* A Spring, Part I: It’s Very Flowery Here

The human female hasn’t been doing a lot of field botany because she’s still having trouble with her feet.   Or that’s what she *says,* anyway.  Personally, I think she’s just to rotund to move anymore.

Nevertheless, she happened to have a meeting today in a part of town that is not too far from an area she knows can be lush in the spring, so we are stopping for a quick look.  It’s called Minter Spring.  Minter than what?  Is there a plain Mint Spring somewhere?  Is there a Mintest Spring a little further down the road??  I do not know.  Place names in this part of Midgard are so silly that there’s no telling.

So here we are.  The soil is very sandy.  The plants here are ones that like living in a place that’s like a beach with no water.  (That’s right. No water— I don’t see any actual spring.)

This is pointed phlox.  I think that particular obnoxious shade of pinky-purple is not otherwise found in nature.  (And that’s a good thing.)

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But Sigyn doesn’t seem to mind.

Sometimes Sigyn needs a boost to look at the flowers properly.  The human female says this next one is called “drum-and-sand warts.”  That can’t be right.  She’s wearing a hat, but maybe she needs sunscreen and some shade.  Perhaps the warm spring sun has scrambled what passes for her brain.

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Or maybe she’s just drunk.  Can’t rule that one out.

Just to show you how DUMB Midgardian names can be, this next one is called “blue-eyed grass.”

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It’s not a grass, it doesn’t have EYES, and the flowers dry purple.  But the flowers on the phlox dry blue, so I suppose it all evens out.

Oooo!  The female says the blue-eyed grass is a very naughty plant and does not transplant into the home garden very well.  Also, the three or four species in this part of Midgard like to play botanical footsie with one another– so much so that it can be impossible to tell what species most plants are!  There are almost no plants of pure lineage.   A race of color-shifting, uncooperative, bastard posies.  I approve!

Sigyn is very fond of daisies.  This particular one is called daisy fleabane.

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Supposedly, strewn about the house, it is will keep fleas away.  Hey!  I think the human female has fleas–we should pick some for her!

Which might be harder than it sounds…

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Stuck.

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