Westering (3)

Pre­vi­ous entries: Part 1, Part 2.

We got back to Edmon­ton and dropped the car off. Over half the deposit I’d put on it got refund­ed, since we did­n’t keep the car the full week. That was pleasant.

My mem­o­ry grows hazy of what we did–I know there was much play­ing with lit­tle Miss J, and Kath­leen got birth­day cup­cakes, and we went to the swim­ming pool again. One thing that I dis­tinct­ly remem­ber was vis­it­ing the Mut­tart Con­ser­va­to­ry, which is always an awe­some expe­ri­ence, but it’s some­how dou­ble-awe­some in the winter.

The Mut­tart is a set of four con­nect­ed pyra­mids, each one fea­tur­ing a vari­ety of plants from a dif­fer­ent eco­zone. There’s a tem­per­ate pyra­mid, a desert one, a trop­i­cal one, and a rotat­ing “show” pyra­mid. When we were there, the show was “The Birth of Spring” or some­thing sim­i­lar, and so the plants in there were things like cro­cus­es and oth­er ear­ly-bloom­ing plants.

(Which makes me feel all poetical:

April is the cru­ellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Mem­o­ry and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
–T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

But enough of that.)


Some kinda pink flower
What kind of flower is this? Well, it’s pink.

Orchids. There were all kinds of orchids in the trop­i­cal pyramid.

My dar­ling wife, pos­ing with some flowers.

Big honkin' goldfish
There were some large gold­fish (sor­ry, koi) in one of the pyra­mids. (Trop­i­cal, if I recall correctly.)

More orchids.

Banana Tree
A banana tree.

Spring flowers
Some of the flow­ers in the show pyramid.

The Wizard of Winter
The Wiz­ard of Win­ter, los­ing his grip on the thaw­ing land.

I almost stepped in this
This is called “Crown of Thorns”. I near­ly stepped in it. That would’ve hurt more than a lit­tle bit.

We also played some cards. Quite a lot of cards, actually.
I can’t remem­ber if I won or lost this par­tic­u­lar game, but I sus­pect I didn’t.

And then we got on the train, and came home.
It’s not the most com­fort­able sleep ever, but it served.

The dome
Yours tru­ly in the dome car, about twen­ty kilo­me­ters from home.

Inter­est­ed in prints of my pho­tos? Let me know, and we can work some­thing out.