It’s very hot and humid today, as well as hazy and sprinkly and generally not conducive to a long expedition, but I suppose I can tolerate it a little longer, since Sigyn and the human female are still looking at plants.
There are a lot of plants to look at.
All that yellow stuff is partridge pea. No. There are no partridges locally.
It’s about the right time for partridge pea, though the human female swears it used to flower later in the year.
This blanket flower is more or less on schedule also.
And so is this… This… What is this, again? No, not the viney thing, the other one, the ferny-leaved one with the clusters of white flowers. Is this some more of your “prairie clover” stuff?
What do you mean, it’s either prairie acacia or bundle flower? Don’t you know? Pfft! And you call yourself a botanist!
Do you at least know what this one is? I’ve seen it before, I think.
Siygn says she remembers it’s called frog fruit. That’s right. Now I remember. It’s another one of those plants with a completely stupid name. Frogs don’t eat it, and the fruit certainly doesn’t look like a frog. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. When I take over Midgard, things are going to have logical, pronounceable names.
NOT like this thing.
The human female said it’s called “Cuban jute.” Or did she say, “Juban cute”? Again, I don’t really listen when she talks botanese, and the two options are equally silly.
And this one. “Prairie tea“? Really?
It’s slanty name is Croton monanthogynus. Who can wrap their tongue around that?
And I will make sure plants stick to a prescribed schedule, too! There are plants flowering out here today that should have finished long ago.
Take this dock, for example. It should have flowered back in March and be dry, crunchy toast by now.
There’s just no excuse for this!
Okay. I’ve had enough. I’m overheated, sweaty, hungry, and just generally fed up with binomial nomenclature, plants that can’t be bothered to check their planners, and stuffy botanists who don’t know as much as they think they do.
The human female says I need a nap. Woman, that’s the most sensible thing you’ve said all day.