As I noted yesterday. It was my birthday a few days ago. I’m now in the Post-Birthday Slump. Sigh. Another year older and no closer to ruling Midgard. The human female’s nasty acetone threat was hurtful too. I am in desperate need of cheering up.
And since a happy Sigyn never fails to make me smile, we are doing what my beloved likes best, walking and looking for flowers. No place fancy, just around the block between chilly showers. It’s not too early for winter annuals.
See? There’s the smile I needed! Sherardia is an old friend.
And the burr clover is in bloom too. What fun!
Of course, it’ll be more fun when it gets around to making burrs. Watching the human female pick them out of her shoelaces and socks is one of my favorite spring traditions.
Sigyn has found one she really likes. It’s called “cowboy satchel”—or something like that.
Tiny, delicate white flowers, heart-shaped fruit, sturdy enough to climb—What’s not to love?
From her high perch, she has a good, close-up look at the fuzzy purple henbit blossoms.
I will admit to liking this one as well. Purple is a most fitting color for royalty, they say.
As well, the flowers look like little sock puppets, all proclaiming, “Hail, Loki! Ruler-to-be of all Midgard!”
And, since I have magic at my disposal, I can actually make them do it.
What have you found now, my love?
“It’s a dandelion! You can make wishes on them!”
Really? How quaint! And what are you going to wish for?
“That you have a wonderful year ahead!”
I tell you, mortals, this woman is too good for me.