Triple ugh. If anything, it has gotten hotter. The humans are all drippy and wilty. They think it is time for lunch. Lunch someplace cool.
(later) What?! By my pointy little horns, these two have NO imagination. They have returned the SAME restaurant at which they ate yesterday, and have ordered the exact same dishes. Pitiful, that’s what it is.
Somewhat restored, we have all returned to the garden to see what other delights there may be.
Look, Sigyn! There is an (indoor!) exhibit of miniature trees. Come stand next to one for scale. I don’t really understand the mortal fascination with making things as small as possible, but I will admit it—this does look like a regular, large tree. Very well done.
The gentlemen at the entrance said we could vote for our favorites in the show, but this specimen doesn’t have a number. Oh, I see why. This isn’t a tree. It’s a fern or something. Sorry, Sigyn. I know you like it. You’ll just have to wave and tell it it’s doing a very good job of being a fern in a tiny pot.
Sigyn is hoping that if she is quiet and polite, the two old men will invite her to have tea with them.
Great Yggdrasil! Look at the roots on this one!
I think this one has been hitting the fertilizer pretty heavily. Someone should put it on a diet.
Well, that was edifying. Onward.
Sigyn never can resist a statue.
Careful, dearest. She looks possessed. Or as if she’s about to drop you.
Now we have found a greenhouse full of something called “begonias.” Here is a nice planting of some with very colorful leaves, all grouped around what is billed as a reflecting pool.
I’m afraid that all it really reflects is the fact that no one has filled or cleaned it recently.
Sigyn is having fun identifying which plants in the bed are alike. It is like a horticultural matching game!
I like the green ones, and I like how each blade grows in a spiral.
Sigyn, of course, prefers the red.
Now we are in search of the scented garden, which the human female wants very much to see. We are standing right where the map says it should be. Oh, no! Have the staff decided to close it for refurbishment?
What bad timing! What a shame! Ehehehehehe.
Speaking of time, how late is it getting to be? I GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW, WILL WE?
Don’t look at me. It was like this when I got here. I swear.
We have moved on to the perennial garden. Daylilies do not come in red, but Sigyn likes the yellow just fine.
Alstroemeria. Now THAT comes in red.
Looks like they are out of garden guides.
Yes, Sigyn, this is a cute little “fixer-upper.” And it would be fun to live in a garden. But it’s, um, a little lacking in the windows department. Not to mention that to go in and out we’d have to detach the whole front wall every time.
Also consider that it has no air conditioning, which on a day as hot as this one, is a real deal-breaker. Whew! I don’t know about you, but I am ready for a nap and a shower. Not necessarily in that order.