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.