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Rank has its privileges

Government House

Government House was the former residence of the Lieutenant (LEF-tenant) Governor, the British monarch’s direct representative. Each province has a Lieutenant Governor. The current Saskatchewan Lieutenant Governor no longer resides in Government House, but retains an office there. I was surprised at the lack of security apparatus. Some uniformed officers were present, but I saw no firearms. We didn’t have to go through any metal detectors or run our belongings through a scanner. I was grateful not to remove all my gear. This is a great contrast to US governmental facilities.

Queen Elizabeth II portrait

When tourists enter, their first sight is this life-size portrait of Queen Elizabeth II, whom Canadians recognize as their monarch. She seems about ready to step out of the painting. I almost bowed reflexively until I remembered two things: 1) it’s only a portrait; and 2) Americans don’t bow to royalty.

Oranges in conservatory

Government House has been restored to the period when Lt. Gov. Amédée Forget (FOR-zhay) and his wife Henriette lived in the mansion.

The first two rooms visitors see are the ballroom and conservatory. Conservatory was originally much larger. At the time of its construction, Government House was a kilometer outside Regina (Re-JINA), with its only neighbors the local Mountie regiment. Government House grew much of its own food and traded with the Mounties for meat. When ballroom was added, conservatory was downsized.

salesman chair

Salesman chairs were placed in the ceremonial entrance. Turning salesmen away was considered to be rude. The butler would summon the man of the house to see the salesman. In order to get rid of them, they were asked to sit in these chairs. Back legs were longer than front ones so the chairs tilted uncomfortably. When salesman would try to adjust himself on the seat, the crack would pinch him. If he leaned against the back, a projection would stab him. Now, which is more rude? Telling him no at the door or wasting his time while making him very uncomfortable?

master bedroom bed detail

The master bedroom had very ornate furniture, which came as no surprise since the Victorians loved ornateness. The bed had high head and foot boards because Victorians believed that air on head and feet was dangerous to one’s health.

The children’s and governess’ rooms were definitely less elaborate. They were low down on the totem pole, even though the governess was highest ranking servant. Children were definitely expected to be seen and not heard. If they wanted to see their father, children had to make an appointment.

chess set in first guest bedroom

This chess set was in the bedroom reserved for the highest-ranking guest. Another bedroom was reserved for lesser-ranking guests. Even the wallpaper showed how important — or not– a person was. I thought, “What petty snobbery!”

bleeding heart bush

We had come at day’s end so staff hustled us out rather quicker than I wanted to leave. We stopped briefly in the garden. I hope my bleeding heart bush will look this beautiful someday.

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Lazarus plant

bleeding heart bush

The northwest corner of our house gets very little light. Not much will grow there. I was excited to buy a bleeding heart plant last spring. I have often been unsuccessful growing plants from bare root seedlings, but this one took hold and grew well. I was pleased.

Then I noticed that the leaves had brown tips. I watered the plant more but soon it disappeared. I was sad, but philosophical. My lack of success with that garden continued.

Therefore, I was greatly surprised when I saw it return this year. I was amazed and delighted, especially when it bloomed.

Apparently, the plant dies back each year and then returns in spring. I look forward to many years of resurrection.

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Fall gently, sweet aspen

Falling aspen leaves

Before we scheduled our mountain trip, I looked online for the best weekend for fall color. Survey said the last weekend in September or first weekend in October. I think the color was a little behind schedule this year, but plenty was visible. After living in Virginia near the Blue Ridge Parkway, I long for fall colors each year. The eastern forests have more varied colors, but the gold of aspen leaves shining in Rocky Mountain light is truly spectacular.

We stopped at this clump of aspen along Colorado’s Highway 14, the Cache la Poudre/North Park Scenic Byway. A light breeze was stirring the leaves and causing them to fall, a beautiful golden shower. I tried various angles to catch the falling leaves. This one turned out best, but still doesn’t do the sight justice.

Aspen-spangled spruce tree

This nearby spruce caught many of the leaves, giving a beautiful green background to the golden leaves.

stranded aspen leaf

This leaf got caught in another tree’s trunk. I loved the contrast between the leaf and the dark trunk. This may be the best picture I took out of all 625 trip pictures. I picked up a few leaves and brought them home. I’ll press them and put them in my trip scrapbook.

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Fools’ names

carved aspen trunks

carved aspen trunks

My mother had a saying that I think of often: “Fools’ names and fools’ faces are often found in public places.” I love aspen trees with their beautiful white bark and gold leaves. (Unfortunately, they don’t like our semiarid climate.) I don’t want to see them damaged.

So many of them that we saw in Rocky Mountain National Park and elsewhere were marred by foolish people carving their names on them. I saw many that were carved with hearts and initials. How many of these couples are no longer together? But the scar on the tree lives on. This practice reminds me of people tattooing themselves, except the trees had no choice in the matter.

The scarring is minor on this tree. Some trees I saw were carved from knee height to as far as a normal person could reach. I shot this one at Many Parks Curve along Trail Ridge Road. The tree was not very accessible. The path where we walked was well above the tree. But someone had gotten down there and carved “OK” into the tree.

Hubby speculates that perhaps the carver was a ranger marking the tree as disease free. If so, why would a ranger do such damage? Surely some marking method existed that was more impermanent.

I want to tell these tree carvers to “leaf” the trees alone!

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Plum delightful

jars of plum spread

Wendy’s plum tree produced fruit this year and she wasn’t available to pick them. So I picked them and made them into Plum Delight Spread. I obtained the recipe from Cooks.com. Their name says “preserves”, but we think it’s more of a spread. Recipe features more than just plums, where a regular preserve recipe would have plums only. Of course, I’m always tinkering with recipes. Friend Debbie says I “make recipes my own.”

Here is my own version:

Plum Delight Spread

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2 qts. plums
4 1/2 c. sugar
grated rind and juice of 1 1/2 lemons
3 c. raisins
grated rind of 1 1/2 oranges
1 1/2 c. finely chopped nuts
1 tsp. butter
1/2 package liquid fruit pectin

Wash plums, cover with water. Cook until tender. Remove blemishes, peel, seeds and cut up. Measure 6 cups pulp. Add sugar, lemon juice, raisins, grated orange and lemon peel. Cook until thick and clear. Add butter and nuts, then pectin. Bring to a full rolling boil over high heat, stirring constantly. Boil 30 seconds. Remove from heat. Skim foam if necessary. Pour into hot sterilized jars. Hot water bath for 10 minutes, adjusting for altitude if necessary.

Yield is about 7 half-pint jars.

Cooks.com’s recipe does not include hot water bath instructions, but I’m rather obsessive about canning food safely. I want no pathogenic bacteria in my canned goods.

I am so grateful for the opportunities God has given me to provide food for the winter.

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Henry A. Wallace: A complicated legacy

Henry Agard Wallace

Henry Agard Wallace was born in Adair County, Iowa, Oct. 7, 1888, and the Interstate 80 rest area in that county honors him. Wallace had a fascinating career. He was editor of the family magazine Wallace’s Farmer, which advocated scientific farming, soil conservation and best practices. He experimented with corn and wheat hybrids, founding what later became Pioneer Hi-Bred, a major seed company.

He later succeeded his father, Henry Cantwell Wallace, as Secretary of Agriculture. H.C. Wallace had been Secretary in the Coolidge Administration. The only other Iowan to reach higher political office than H.A. Wallace, Herbert Hoover, also served in the Coolidge Cabinet, as Secretary of Commerce. H.C. Wallace and Hoover feuded over corn and hog reimbursements. The elder Wallace eventually died of toxemic poisoning while worn out from fighting Hoover. The younger Wallace blamed Hoover for his father’s death. “I felt, almost, as if Hoover had killed my father.”

When Wallace became Secretary of Agriculture in Franklin Roosevelt’s administration, he reversed many of the Hoover Administration’s farm policies and began paying farmers to reduce production, hoping to drive up prices. His policies greatly shaped the Department of Agriculture’s future because he also advocated food stamps and school lunch programs. He pushed soil conservation in response to the Dust Bowl.

poles showing topsoil loss in Iowa since 1850

This achievement is graphically presented at the Adair rest area. The poles show the decline of soil depth beginning in 1850 until 2000. The Dust Bowl was a painful object lesson on the ineffectiveness of current tilling practices, which encouraged erosion instead of curbing it.

FDR tabbed Wallace to be his running mate in the 1940 election, ramming through his selection over the reluctance of party leaders. The 1940 convention was so upset by Wallace’s nomination that he felt it best to not make an acceptance speech. Wallace’s vice-presidency was the forerunner to the modern vice-presidency. He was “another set of eyes and ears” for FDR. He chaired the Board of Economic Warfare until pushed aside by politics and also traveled worldwide on FDR’s behest.

Unfortunately, Wallace was naive.

FDR sent him on a trip to the Soviet Union and China. While in the USSR, he was shown “Potemkin villages”, false replicas of labor camps that were working people to death until Joseph Stalin’s tyranny. Some believe Wallace was actually a Soviet asset, working against his own government.

While Wallace was globe-trotting on behalf of his President, Roosevelt was busy dumping him from the 1944 election ticket in favor of Sen. Harry Truman of Missouri. As a sop to Wallace’s pride, Roosevelt moved him to Secretary of Commerce, ironically Hoover’s old post.

Eighty-two days into his fourth term, Roosevelt died.

Truman fired Wallace as his Secretary of Commerce in 1946 over a disagreement about Truman’s policies toward the Soviet Union. Wallace then ran for President on the Progressive Party ticket in 1948, a curious four-way contest between Truman, Republican Thomas E. Dewey and Dixiecrat Strom Thurmond. Wallace whitewashed Soviet intentions, even attacking the Berlin Airlift that saved West Berlin from Soviet takeover.

The Korean War finally woke up Wallace to Communist intentions. He later wrote Why I Was Wrong in 1952, explaining that his former support of Stalin was based on limited information and that he now considered himself an anti-Communist. He supported Dwight Eisenhower in 1952 and 1956, then Richard Nixon in 1960.

Wallace retired to his experimental farm in New York, then died in Danbury, Conn., in 1965.

Price Otto von Bismarck is supposed to have said, “The Lord takes care of babes, fools, and the United States.” Never has that proved more true than when Harry Truman became President instead of Henry Wallace.

However, Wallace left a great legacy in agriculture, so great that the world’s largest agricultural research facility in Beltsville, Md., is named for him: The Henry A. Wallace
Beltsville Agricultural Research Center
. In a very real sense, Harry Truman saved the world and Henry Wallace feeds it.

For more on Henry Wallace read his biography: American Dreamer: A Life of Henry A. Wallace

My slide show of the Adair rest area:

To see pictures full screen or to purchase them, click on the “visit gallery” link here or in the slide show.

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Encased in ice

Recently, Dad and I drove to Massachusetts. He needed to have some medical tests run at the University of Massachusetts in Worcester. He asked whether I’d like to ride along. I accepted his invitation. I had intended to blog about the trip while we were on it, but I was too exhausted to write. By the time I got home, trip odometer read 4,396.5 miles.

Dad had to be at UMass 7 a.m. EST Monday and we wanted to visit Niagara Falls on our way. Because of that, our first day out was a brutal one, around 800 miles. The trip seemed never to end.

We hardly stopped. Other than endless miles, only one place stands out from that day, the eastbound rest area at Adair, Iowa.

I had been fretting overnight Thursday that perhaps we should have driven awhile that night.

Staying at Dad’s was the right decision.

When we got up Friday morning, the ice on the driveway was very treacherous. Dad had to sprinkle ice melt behind the van so we could load. Otherwise, we were unable to stand up.

We drove in freezing fog several hours, crawling down the Interstate. We took our time over breakfast in hopes that highway crews’ work would make travel safer. That long breakfast was a very good idea.

bushes covered in ice

Adair, Iowa, would normally be around 5 hours into a trip, but getting that far took longer than 5 hours. I was glad to get out of the car. We stepped into into a fairy-tale world. Everywhere that hadn’t been covered with ice melt was covered with ice. We could hear tree branches cracking underneath the weight. That noise was punctuated by ice chunks crashing to the ground.

ice peeling away from a branch

Ice peeling away from a branch

I stayed on the cleared walks because standing was impossible otherwise. I still had to dodge falling ice chunks and nearly was hit by one. I’m grateful that motion attracts attention.

Frozen US, Iowa and POW/MIA flags

The flags made noise, too, but not the noise usually associated with flags. Instead of a snapping sound, they emitted something akin to a thump. Most of the time, the wind was insufficient to move their weight, and they sagged from the flagpole.

IA Meet People News sign

The usual crop of newsstands stood on the sidewalk in front of the building, including this one. I found the scene hugely ironic. Does this scene encourage you to move to Iowa and meet people?

leaf in ice

I could not resist the beautiful scenes before me. Ice is deadly, yes, but it’s also gorgeous. The light was perfect, too, slightly overcast for even lighting. Fall raking missed this leaf. I love the contrast of brown on white, fall vs. winter. Winter’s winning.

Leaves on a bush encased in ice

Winter is winning here, too, but eventually spring will take hold. The ice will melt and these leftover fall leaves will be pushed off by new growth.

Icicles dangling from garbage can

Even the garbage can was beautiful with its necklace of icicles.

Praise God for ice melt, highway maintenance crews and the beauty of His creation — even when it’s dangerous.

Pictures from the eastbound Adair rest area:

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Winter transformation

After I photographed the statue outside the library, I shot pictures in my “backyard studio”. I leave up the dead vegetation as a snow trap. It doesn’t look all that great. But the frost wrought a wonderful transformation.

Driftwood in our corner garden

Dill along the fence

frosted spruce needles

Jack Frost visits my spruce

frosted seed pods

Detail of frosty gate

top of old wire spool covered in frost

There’s nothing like a little coating to make the world look better.

Order my winter pictures here. Click on the “Visit Gallery” link that appears when you hover your cursor over the slide show below.

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Dead tree

Goat-Faced Branch

Goat-Faced Branch

Dead trees are fascinating sculptural forms. Blasted by every form of extreme weather, their true form is gradually revealed. It’s kind of like life. Adversity reveals our true character.

My imagination also is fueled by these interesting shapes. This branch makes me think of a goat’s face.

Pig-Snout Branch

Pig-Snout Branch

This sawn-off branch reminds me of a pig’s snout.

Pig Snout

Pig Snout

Compare it to the real thing. Am I seeing things that aren’t there?

Mossy Bark

Mossy Bark

This looks like what it is, bark with moss on it. We don’t see much moss around here, so this is rather a treat. I love the pattern and texture in this image. The moss is soft, while the bark is hard.

Being outside in God’s creation is pure joy.

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Moonflower, moonflower

moonflowers

moonflowers

These are A. Eleanor’s moonflowers. The blooms open in the evening, then die the next morning. Notice the bloom pushing through its encasing leaves at right. They are related to morning glories, which also makes them related to hated bindweed!

dying and full moonflower blooms

dying and full moonflower blooms

This picture shows a flower in full bloom next to one that’s dying. The flowers open at night to be pollinated by night-flying moths. I’d love to have some of these in an area where I could see them at night. I have an idea where I might put them, but whether I can implement it remains to be seen.

moonflower ready to open

moonflower ready to open

The one at left will be that night’s full bloom. I love the tight, white spiral here.

This is video of a moonflower bloom’s lifecycle.

Moonflower is the title of one of Carlos Santana’s albums, with Flor d’Luna, Spanish for Moonflower as the title track. Until I wrote this, I never knew this song’s title.

My mind comes up with Cat Stevens’ Moonshadow. “I’m being followed by a moon shadow, moon shadow….” Funny the tricks the mind plays.

Unfortunately, moonflowers have an unhappier side. They can be made into a dangerous drug. Ingesting moonflowers may cause blindness, delirium and even death.

Digital Photography School’s recent newsletter challenged photographers to look in their backyards for interesting photographs. I hope someone else’s front yard counts.

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