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.)

Photos:

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

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


Kathleen
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.)

Orchids
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.
Scores
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.
Asleep
It’s not the most comfortable sleep ever, but it served.

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