The human female has bestirred herself and is off Doing Botany today. She is meeting up with some Plant Nerds from the Next County to the West and they are going to see what’s what on someone’s land.
I predict they will find…green things. I also predict that the human female is going to spend the day looking like a cross between a well-fed tick and a smuffled-up Inuit, because even though it is spring, it is chilly this morning and the wind is blowing about a thousand miles an hour.
Sigyn has been begging very prettily to go along. Sigh. I can deny my beloved nothing. Very well. We shall go, but be sure to hold fast to something at all times! Should the wind pick you up and carry you away I would be heartbroken.
The Blue-haired Goddaughter is also tagging along. Perhaps she will help keep my dearest from becoming airborne.
It is always important to have field trip members sign in.
That way, if someone goes missing, you know whom to look for. Unless the missing person writes as tiny as Mister Six up there. No one can read that. If he wanders off, we won’t have a clue.
Brr! It really is quite breezy and nippy. Sigyn and the human female would like to take lots of flower photos, but the flowers will not stand still! We shall have to content ourselves with photos of more stationary items.
Such as this hollow tree. Sigyn thinks she has spotted a tiny plant nestled within.
There is! There is a little seedling growing in the drifted leaves!
I say, I never knew the arboreal members of the flora practiced such a level of paternal care. I always figured it was, “Pfft, seeds! Shoo! Off you go and let me get back to photosynthesizing, ” but I guess some really do care about their offspring.
The most unusual plant we have collected today is this jujube. I thought the human female was making that up, but no. Apparently jujubes are a thing that exists.
It is extremely thorny and reluctant to go into the press. I can’t say I blame it.
It always pays to keep a careful eye on the volunteers’ plant-pressing technique.
Hey, you! Don’t forget to fold the tall ones, and be sure to write the collection numbers on the newspapers.
Gotta watch ’em every minute.
Sigyn, by virtue of her being the sweetest entity in this county or any other, is exempt from having to kneel in the mud, dig up stubborn roots and bulbs, wrestle with thorny bushes or poison ivy, get all black and inky dealing with newsprint, or do anything other than just enjoy the flowers.
Not a bad day, after all.
Special BONUS photo!
The wind has died down enough for Sigyn to model this year’s hottest fashion trend.
C’est un très beau chapeau!