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A Strange and Wondrous Beastie, Part I: Well, Hello There!

The calendar says it’s fall.  The thermometer says it’s still summer.  My tummy says it’s lunchtime, and the human female says I’m driving her nuts and would I please go for a walk or something and take the damned hyena with you.

Fine.  I was sick of looking at you, too.   Come on, Sigyn, Fisi, let’s go for a stroll.

There’s something about October.  Sigyn gets this urge to collect colored leaves and nuts and twigs.  This very large acorn will make a nice addition to her growing cache.  Look, dear one, if you rub the nut part, the fuzz comes off and it will be all shiny and smooth underneath.

acorn

If you get tired of playing with it, I’m sure the felines would be happy to swat it around noisily about 3:00 a.m.

Norns’ nighties!  What manner of insect is this?!   It’s stupendous!  It’s colossal!

big cricket

It’s something Sigyn wants to ride.  Sigh.  Of course she does.  Very well, my love, up you go!

climb-aboard

Not bad!  There’s a nice flat space on top of the carapace that makes a fine throne.  Forward, my chitonous-ligneous steed!

riding-cricket

Now all I have to do is figure out how to steer.

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Hide and Seek in the Garden (Sigyn Speaks)

Every now and then I can get Loki to play a game with me.  Today is a very pretty day, so we are out in the garden playing hide and seek.  It’s my turn to hide.

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The color’s not a bad match, but I feel a little exposed.

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Likewise these teeny oak leaves.  They’re a good match for my favorite outfit, but I still feel really visible.

I could hide under a lyre-leaf sage leaf.  They have pretty burgundy markings.

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But I get distracted by their pretty flowers.

sage

If I hang about admiring them, Loki is sure to find me!  I could hide in the vetch, but the blue-purple clashes rather dreadfully with my clothes.

vetch

Oh, I know!  I’ll scrunch down here in the wood sorrel.

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Well, phoo.  Loki found me right away!  I bet he’s using magic, which is not exactly fair.  All right, Loki, you hide and I’ll find you.  One, two, three, four, five, six…

He’s not under the boxwood, or hiding in the oak leaf mulch.  Wait. What is that in the ornamental grass the human female planted?

Found you!

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Don’t pout, Loki.  It was a good thought.  Give this a couple of months to fill out, and it’ll be a wonderful hiding place.

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