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.)