tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83297347494095352492024-03-13T23:31:47.824-05:00the rewards of observation and reflectionRewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-17202418618551666172020-04-03T15:51:00.000-05:002020-04-05T08:06:53.901-05:00Spring Ephemerals in Penn's WoodsI live in Pennsylvania---<i>i.e.</i>, Penn's Woods---named so for the the thick forest that covered the area when William Penn was <a href="http://statemuseumpa.org/charter-pennsylvania-birth-certificate/" target="_blank">granted* the land by Charles II</a> on March 4, 1681. The grant was officially proclaimed on April, 2 1681.<br />
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If Penn could have taken a forest walk that day, what would he have seen? I often wish I could see a bit of that great unspoiled, old growth forest. While a few spots remain, much is lost even in old growth preserves. The towering chestnut trees are gone, and even now, the ash trees are dying due to the emerald ash borer.<br />
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On April 2, 2020, a mere 339 years later :-), we enjoyed a lovely walk through the woods. As Penn would have seen, the bare branches of the deciduous forest let in nearly all of the bright sunlight on this glorious spring day. This is the moment for spring <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ephemeral_plant" target="_blank">ephemerals</a>. The leaves that normally block out the light on the forest floor are not yet out, so these tiny plants grow, bloom, set seed, and die back again in just a few weeks, all before the tree canopy grows out again. On our walk yesterday we were fortunate to find several patches of these delicate wildflowers.<br />
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Virginia Springbeauty</h4>
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Small white flowers, called <a href="https://www.wildflower.org/plants/result.php?id_plant=clvi3" target="_blank">Virginia Springbeauty</a>, or C<i>laytonia virginica, </i>were literally a carpet on the forest floor. The blooms are tiny and the picture doesn't really do the scene justice.<br />
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<strike>I noticed that most of the pictures online show these as more purple/pink than white, or sometimes white with purple stripes. The ones we saw were definitely almost completely white. I don't know if it was a different variety or if T</strike>he flowers start out more purple and then fade to white as they go over. A few days after this walk, we went out again on a cloudy day and I was able to get a clearer picture of them.<br />
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You can more clearly see the pink stripes in this photo. (I've noticed that my winter aconite, another ephemeral, does something similar. It starts out bright yellow and then fades to pale yellow right before it goes to seed.)<br />
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<a href="https://www.wildflower.org/plants/result.php?id_plant=saca13" target="_blank">Bloodroot</a>, or <i style="font-family: inherit;">s</i><i style="font-family: inherit;">anguinaria canadensis</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">L., has a larger white flower than Springbeauty. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's stem releases a red liquid when broken, hence the name. The liquid from its roots was used as a red dye by Native Americans, as well as medicinally. Most sources note that this red liquid is toxic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The </span><a href="https://www.wildflower.org/plants/result.php?id_plant=eram5" style="font-family: inherit;" target="_blank">yellow trout lily</a><span style="font-family: inherit;">, or E</span><i style="font-family: inherit;">rythronium americanum </i><span style="font-family: inherit;">has</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> leaves that are mottled brown, gray and green and indeed do look a little bit like the skin of a trout. There were only a few blooms, but we saw large swathes of the mottled brown and green leaves, so I expect that in a week or two there will many more of these lovely flowers.</span><br />
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I was delighted to come across several large patches of <i>Mertensia virginica</i>, or <a href="https://www.wildflower.org/plants/result.php?id_plant=clvi3" target="_blank">Virginia bluebells</a>. Most of the blooms were still tightly closed in their purple-blue balloon-shaped pods---kind of like an un-inflated balloon. I'm looking forward re-visiting the patch when they are open.<br />
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The native species flowers we saw were on a rather small track of land compared to the size of the wooded area which they might have been growing in. As the <a href="https://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/ethics/index.shtml" target="_blank">U.S. Forest website notes,</a><br />
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I was reminded of this when I saw someone walking past us with a clump of bluebells, already wilted, in her hand. :-( <a href="https://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/ethics/index.shtml" target="_blank">The U.S. Forest service website has important information on why we should not pick wildflowers,</a> including information on <a href="https://www.fs.fed.us/wildflowers/ethics/permit.shtml" target="_blank">legal ways to collect them</a>. If you'd like to grow them in your garden buy them from a nursery that sources their plants responsibly.<br />
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I hope you enjoyed this "walk" through the southeast Pennsylvania woods, and I hope this inspires you to take a walk (while maintaining social distance, of course, in this season of Covid-19) and see what beauties you can discover.<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-14030056581130773442020-03-28T12:36:00.002-05:002020-04-03T19:02:52.379-05:00Garden Update and Covid-19<div style="text-align: center;">
Things are difficult right now. Covid-19 has upended our world, and we, like many others, are practicing social distancing. I'm beyond grateful that I have a garden and yard to enjoy and many beautiful walks nearby. I recognize that many---if not most---in our world are not so fortunate.</div>
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We are staying at home as much as possible, only going out for food and exercise. One benefit to this is that I should have plenty of time to work in the garden! I am definitely ahead on pruning this year.</div>
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It was a disappointing winter---almost no snow. But the upside is that the spring flowers have bloomed amazingly early. The daffodils are very early and have never looked better, especially in our front yard.</div>
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Some white hyacinths vary the color scheme up a bit.</div>
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The woodland garden always looks its best in spring. In January the winter aconite came out, looking like bits of sunshine gleaming on the brown earth.</div>
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<span style="text-align: start;">The crocuses came early as well, flowering almost the same time as the aconite, brightening the otherwise brown and gray world around them.</span></div>
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Yellow and purple continue to be the theme in these early spring days. Forsythia, hyacinths and daffodils make a cheery screen for the gas meter.</div>
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More yellow and purple with a tint of blue, this time in the woodland garden. Tete-a-tete daffodils and vinca blooms.</div>
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The new section of the woodland garden has a beautiful hellebore and tete-a-tete daffodils.</div>
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When I make chicken salad, I generally don't follow a recipe. It's a great I-need-to-use-it-up-so-throw-it-in meal. I also LOVE it. It is so addicting to me, especially when eaten with potato chips. I will literally eat the entire bowl one bite at a time by simply piling it onto potato chips. Have you tried that? It is sooo good!!! If I'm going to have chicken salad in a sandwich, my favorite is to make it with a croissant (and definitely add potato chips for a great crunch!)<br />
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Years ago, I made chicken salad for a picnic we were having with friends. My friend Michelle really liked it so she asked me for the recipe. I told her on the spot what I thought I remembered putting in, and luckily, she wrote it down. A couple of years later, she published a blog post <a href="http://oldstateroad.blogspot.com/2014/07/lynnelles-chicken-salad.html" target="_blank">with my recipe</a>! So now I actually have a recipe for a <a href="http://oldstateroad.blogspot.com/2014/07/lynnelles-chicken-salad.html" target="_blank">really good chicken salad</a>! Yay! Thanks, Michelle.<br />
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For me the key to a great chicken salad is loading it up with <b>fresh herbs</b>. And I mean LOTS of them. Put a lot in then add twice that many. Till you think you can't possibly add more. Then add a little more. 😃 Because you can't have too many herbs....especially fresh parsley and basil.<br />
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In the summer, it's as simple as walking out my back door and cutting bunches of whatever herbs are about to bolt. But winter is a different story. As I write this, it's snowing and 11 degrees Fahrenheit.<br />
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You might not think of chicken salad as the perfect cozy winter lunch. A few weeks ago, however, I had some leftover chicken and I put together a quick salad. It was really simple but <i>so</i> good. Chicken, mayonnaise, fresh rosemary, and apples.<br />
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The rosemary and apples were the perfect combination.<br />
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During a really stressful time this past December, I bought a beautiful rosemary plant that our local hardware/garden store was selling. It is the perfect decor to transition from Christmas to January.<br />
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Plus, when I'm feeling stressed or have a headache, I just rub my hands or face in it, and that spicy, woody smell really helps to calm me down. The particular variety I have is called Barbeque and I have to say, it might be my favorite variety yet (I've grown quite a few of them).<br />
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So besides an amazing smell and great decor, I have a fresh herb to use for cooking even in the middle of winter! Obviously you can buy fresh rosemary in the grocery store any time of the year, but if you have a sunny window sill, I highly recommend getting your own plant. They are not fussy at all. The don't like too much water, so you don't even need to remember to water them that often!<br />
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Apples are another great winter produce since so many varieties store well. Use a sweet, crisp eating variety like Pink Lady, Honey crisp, or Envy....or whatever you can find. I bet even a tart Granny Smith would taste good, though I prefer the slightly sweeter varieties.<br />
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Chop up the chicken, rosemary and apples (I don't even bother to peel the apple!), mix with mayonnaise. Add a little salt and pepper if you'd like, and enjoy a fresh, delicious chicken salad even in the middle of winter. And don't forget the chips. 😊<br />
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<i>Tips :</i><br />
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<li><i>A grocery store rotisserie chicken makes delicious chicken salad. Plus it's super quick! No cooking required. One rotisserie chicken gives you about 4 cups of chopped meat.</i></li>
<li><i>Ideally, use a mix of white and dark chicken meat for the tastiest chicken salad. </i></li>
<li><i>It often tastes better if you let it sit in the refrigerator for a few hours or overnight. However, I'm usually way too impatient to do that. </i>😃</li>
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4 cups chicken, cooked, deboned and chopped (about 1 rotisserie chicken)<br />
3/4 cup mayonnaise, to taste<br />
1 apple, diced--- ideally use a sweet, crisp variety like Pink Lady or Honeycrisp<br />
2-3 Tb fresh rosemary, finely chopped, to taste<br />
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Just off the Western coast of Scotland on the isle of Mull sits the postcard-perfect fishing village of Tobermory. It's brightly colored houses are reflected in blue-gray waters. </div>
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Along this lovely seafront, you will find all of the components of a charming seaside village: churches, shops, bakeries/cafes, a bookstore, an artist's studio, a couple of inns, as well as a <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tobermory-Cat-Debi-Gliori/dp/178027131X" target="_blank">famous ginger cat</a> (apparently---I unfortunately did not see him.)<br />
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I browsed this lovely street for a little while, but soon set out to explore the countryside. The land behind this front row of houses juts up immediately into a steep hill where the rest of the village is located. I scrambled up a path to get to this second level and started walking back a country road.<br />
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I wanted to wander for a little while and see where the road might lead, to see what charming surprises might lay ahead. I definitely like to have a plan in general, but I love to leave space for discovery and surprises along the way.<br />
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I followed the road past farms and rolling hills, stone walls and gurgling streams. This was one of the most incredible and peaceful afternoons, contemplating the beauty around me, stopping to examine the plants and ferns growing along the road.<br />
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It was absolutely peaceful and still. Only a couple of cars passed me on the road that quiet afternoon.<br />
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After walking about 15 or 20 minutes, I came across the Isle of Mull Cheese Shop.<br />
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After more beautiful views and moss-covered stone walls, I arrived.<br />
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After being greeted by the family dog on my way in, I stepped into the shop for some local cheese and a delicious scone.<br />
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The interior of the shop is a beautiful conservatory with a grape vine growing <i>inside</i> it!<br />
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The views across the countryside make this the perfect place to stop for a cup of tea or coffee. Unfortunately I did not have time to linger. A sign indicated that <a href="http://www.glengormcastle.co.uk/" target="_blank">Glengorm</a> castle was just a few more miles down the road. I would have loved to continue on to it, but I knew I wouldn't make it back for the 5pm ferry (this was October, after all). Next time I would definitely plan to spend the night on the Isle of Mull so I can explore more thoroughly!<br />
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As I sat by the harbor in Tobermory waiting for my bus, I watched the fishing boats come in for the evening and then heard the sound of bagpipes playing from somewhere over the hill---a sweet, haunting melody that blended with the sounds of water lapping on the shore and seagulls calling overhead. It was in incredibly moment! And here's a video with very poor sound quality to prove it. :-)<br />
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My heart was full. It was a stunningly beautiful, peaceful, fulfilling moment of the trip. A perfect end to this perfect day.<br />
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As we pulled away from the Isle of Mull on the ferry, I realized we were leaving just as the sun was setting!<br />
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We passed the castle of Duarte again, this time silhouetted in the sunset.<br />
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As I mentioned in the last post, my day had begun with a 3.5 hour train ride, followed by a 45 minute ferry and an hour-long bus ride. The walk around Tobermory helped tremendously with the motion & sea sickness I had been feeling. Unfortunately, the hour bus ride returning to Craignure left me feeling quite sure I would not make the ferry ride without incident. Thankfully a little shop had wristbands for seasickness and I survived the ferry ride back.<br />
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When I arrived in Oban, I was nauseous and extremely hungry. Fortunately, a seaside town is the perfect place to find the freshest fish and chips.<br />
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<a href="http://www.obanfishandchipshop.co.uk/" target="_blank">Oban Fish and Chips</a> was highly rated on Google, full of people and it did not disappoint. This was the best fish and chips I had in Scotland (also the only ones! :-)). Along with some delicious Ginger Beer, the meal went a long way towards calming my stomach.<br />
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The shop was only a few minutes walk to <a href="http://www.greencourt-oban.co.uk/" target="_blank">Greencourt Guesthouse</a>, where I was staying the night. I highly recommend this place. I had a very comfortable, clean, well-appointed room and was served a delicious breakfast the next morning. The owners are very lovely people as well. They kindly accommodated my uncertain arrival time.<br />
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I was excited to meet my friend Rachel as she was coming up from Glasgow on the train. We started our exploration of Oban with a seafood lunch.<br />
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This little shack was highly recommended. When you are sitting a few feet from where your food just came from and some seaweed is still hanging on to your oyster shell, you know it's fresh!<br />
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Funny story. Rachel told me how several years before she had seen an overgrown castle outside of Oban.<br />
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She had climbed up the hill to explore it, as it seemed completely abandoned and overgrown. As we walked out of town this time towards the castle, we noticed a wide carriage trail head leading up the hill.<br />
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So instead of an overgrown, abandoned castle, we came across a castle and house with public tours, a well-curated museum with a small entrance fee, which we were happy to pay.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">One of many evocative views of the castle tower that can be seen as we walked up the carriage trail. As it was the weekend right before Halloween, the gloomy weather, moss-covered trees and medieval castle gave off exactly the right mood for the day!</span></td></tr>
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<a href="https://www.dunollie.org/" target="_blank">Dunollie Castle</a> is owned by the Clan McDougall.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The oldest section of the main house included the kitchens--the long 1-story wing on the left---and the original family living quarters in the 2-story section. Both of these sections are now a small museum open to the public.</span></td></tr>
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The tour guides were very engaging and knowledgeable. It even turned out that the docent answering our questions about the 15th century kitchen-now-museum was none other than the son of the current clan chief, who---by the way---happens to be his mother! Awesome. :-)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Recipes and a clever way to make a shopping list! I imagine something like that to be very useful for me even now. You just flip the tab to indicate that an item is needed.</td></tr>
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The last part of the tour was a visit to the old castle tower. Up close, the need for restoration clearly visible.<br />
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The tower and surrounding ruins---probably from around the 13th century---were an incredible testament to the engineering and building expertise of medieval Scotland. The tour guide explained the ingenious process they used for building this massive tower. Unfortunately, I can't really remember what he said... :-(<br />
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This photo, taken inside the tower illustrates the incredible thickness of the walls---around 10 feet thick!! The window openings were smaller on the outside and gradually larger on the inside. This gave protection to the archers defending the castle<br />
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The castle courtyard was in the process of being excavated. In medieval times, this view would not have been here as walls would have completely surrounded this center section.<br />
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Up close, this tower is massive. It was impossible for me to get the entire tower in the frame of my photo when I was standing so close to it. The guide mentioned that some of the stone missing from the corner was because over the years stones from the castle were taken and used to build other things around town. "Stone Depot" for the Georgians & Victorians, I guess!?!<br />
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The views across the harbor were beautiful. While the day was mostly overcast, a shaft of sunlight had broken through and was shining down on the Isle of Mull.<br />
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The estate grounds and gardens were not in pristine condition, but it appeared they were working on restoring them. The Victorians had planted an arboretum that the family was just beginning to restore. Here you can see a Redwood specimen tree towering above the others. I really enjoyed this semi-wild garden. Clearly it was not pruned and sculpted, yet it felt entirely in keeping with the spirit of the place.<br />
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This incredible grove of trees has been transformed into a picnic area.<br />
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A Willow Hall. This pavilion is created entirely by bending young willow branches and weaving them together. A beautiful work-in-progress.<br />
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Beyond the lawns and gardens, pasture land for sheep and cows stretched up the hill.<br />
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A giant bird in Scotland? No, just a sculpture of what appears to be a crow on top of a tree stump. This was certainly perfect Halloween decor!<br />
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After this charming tour of <a href="https://www.dunollie.org/" target="_blank">Dunollie Castle</a>, we caught an evening train back to Glasgow.<br />
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If you've made it to the end of this super-long post, congratulations! :-) I'm looking forward to sharing more beautiful views and crumbling castles from St. Andrews, Scotland.<br />
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Years ago I <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2013/10/travel-longwood-gardens-part-1.html" target="_blank">posted about Longwood Gardens</a>, a stunning world-class garden that I love to visit. Well, on Cyber Monday I scored a fabulous deal on their Membership Passes. I'm excited to be able to visit multiple times throughout the year, so I thought I'd try a series on documenting what catches my attention through the changing seasons.<br />
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<a href="https://longwoodgardens.org/" target="_blank">Longwood</a> is known far and wide for their spectacular Christmas display. This year did not disappoint. I didn't take many pictures this time, but here is a just a taste of the beautiful Longwood Christmas 2018.<br />
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I will have better pictures in the next post (coming soon)! During January through March, Longwood puts on a display called Orchid Extravaganza. I've never actually seen this annual orchid display, so I'm excited to see it and learn a bit more about orchids.<br />
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Having explored the two largest cities in Scotland, <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2018/07/scotland-part-1-people-make-glasgow.html" target="_blank">Glasgow </a>and <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2018/08/scotland-part-2-edinburgh.html" target="_blank">Edinburgh</a>, I was looking forward to seeing some of the countryside. My plan was to take a train to the coastal town of Oban, explore an island or two, then spend the night in Oban. This plan worked so perfectly, I would highly recommend it if you have just a day or two in your itinerary for this part of Scotland.<br />
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Here's the quick recap of my trip, which started on the last Friday of October 2017. Pictures and details to follow!<br />
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8 am - Glasgow to Oban on the West Highland Railway. Arrive 11:30am<br />
12pm - Take ferry from Oban to Craignure, Isle of Mull. Arrive 12:45pm<br />
12:50 pm - Take bus from Craignure to Tobermory.<br />
1:30pm - 3:45- Explore Tobermory and nearby country walks<br />
3:45pm - Take bus back to Craignure<br />
5pm - Take return ferry from Craignure to Oban<br />
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<i>Be sure to check the <a href="https://www.calmac.co.uk/article/2932/Mull-Oban---Craignure" target="_blank">ferry </a>and <a href="http://www.tobermory.co.uk/information/travel-2/bus/" target="_blank">bus schedule</a> for these routes before your trip.</i><br />
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Day 2: Explore Oban and <a href="https://www.dunollie.org/" target="_blank">Dunollie Castle</a><br />
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My travel companion recommended taking the train from Glasgow to Oban, as it passes through stunning scenery; and wow!--- was she ever right. This train forms part of the West Highland Railway Line, "considered by many to be the most scenic rail journey in the world." The <a href="https://www.scotrail.co.uk/scotland-by-rail/great-scenic-rail-journeys/west-highland-line-glasgow-oban-and-fort-williammallaig">Scotrail website </a>gives this summary: <br />
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<i>"The West Highland Line leaves Glasgow behind and delves deep into the wild west coast.Take the West Highland Line to Mallaig to travel the Glenfinnan Viaduct – used in the Harry Potter films for the Hogwarts Express.<br /><br />There’s a lot more to it than that, though. This is a side of Scotland you can only see from the train – a Great Scenic Rail Journey that carries you north along the west coast, through the Loch Lomond & The Trossachs National Park. The line splits at Crianlarich, carrying you either past Loch Awe to Oban, or high up to Rannoch Moor, through remote wilderness and on to Fort William and Mallaig."</i></div>
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If you go to Scotland, you absolutely must take this train---on a sunny, weekday morning in October, preferably. :-) You pass scenery spectacular, beyond words....<br />
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...past beautiful views across lochs and lush, green pastures...<br />
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....through stunning valleys over-looked by fir and heather-covered mountains. The texture of these mountains is varied and lumpy, giving them never-ending interest.<br />
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...past charming mountain stations and grazing sheep...<br />
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...and more mountains covered in fir trees and heather...<br />
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Much of the area this train travels through is called the Trossachs. The <a href="https://www.visitscotland.com/see-do/landscapes-nature/national-parks-gardens/loch-lomond-trossachs/" target="_blank">VisitScotland site</a> gives this description of the area:<br />
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<i>It's okay to ask - 'Trossachs' is a unique word, for a unique place. It refers to the romantic area of sparkling lochs, crumpled hills, sleepy forests and welcoming villages east of Loch Lomond and west of Stirling. You might hear it called 'The Highlands in miniature' and that's a good description.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott later visited the area's wild little glens and was so enthralled that he wrote his epic poem The Lady of the Lake (1810) about a girl who lived here. This work was a phenomenon - it became the first international bestseller. The Trossachs became a haven for those seeking romantic beauty with Wordsworth, Coleridge and many famous artists also visiting the area.</i><br />
"Crumpled hills" is another good description of them!<br />
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The West Highland Railway branches off towards Fort William where you pass more amazing scenery; my destination, however, was Oban, a Victorian coastal resort.<br />
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After leaving Glasgow around 8am, I arrived in Oban 3.5 hours later. (<i>Budget Tip: I had bought the train ticket several weeks before going to Scotland and it was only 14£ each way, which was a great way to save money. In contrast, the train ticket to Edinburgh only an hour away, which I bought on the train, was 17£ </i>).</div>
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Oban is considered the gateway to the Inner Hebrides, as ferries from here take you to the Isle of Mull and beyond. The timing of this trip worked perfectly. I arrived in Oban at 11:30 am and was able to take a 12 pm ferry to the Isle of Mull. The train station is just a minute or two walk from the ferry terminal and easy to find. Obviously it is important to check the time tables on the day you travel.<br />
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Oban is a lovely town, and I will definitely share the fun food & exploration we had here. For now, I'm going to retrace the journey I made on this day in particular. The timing of the train/ferry/bus couldn't have worked out more perfectly, and it turned out to be the perfect itinerary for this trip. I highly recommend it for a an overnight trip to Oban & Mull!<br />
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So....I hopped on the ferry headed to Craignure, Isle of Mull. Unfortunately, I did not remember until we had sailed out of the harbor that I get seasick! Oops..... more to come on that part of the story. :-)<br />
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Although the clouds had rolled in by the time I'd reached Oban, there were still stunning 360-degree views across the water to the islands and mountains beyond.<br />
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As we approach the Isle of Mull, <a href="https://duartcastle.com/" target="_blank">Duarte Castle</a> stands picturesquely on a peninsula jutting out into the water. Water. Mountains. Castle. You can't get a more iconic Scottish landscape than this:<br />
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Unfortunately, Duarte Castle was closed for the season by the time I arrived. The grounds are still accessible to visit even if the castle isn't open and I might have explored here if I had had the time.<br />
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The ferry from Oban takes you to the village of Craignure, which appears to be just a small collection of houses. My goal for the time I had on the Isle of Mull was to take a walk out into the countryside. I had also seen pictures of the village of Tobermory and really wanted to get there as well. In the end, I chose Tobermory over Duarte Castle--but I don't think you could go wrong with either!<br />
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As it happened, when I disembarked from the ferry at Craignure, the bus to Tobermory was parked right there! For a few pounds, it would drive me along a road that snakes and curves along the coast to Tobermory. Again, the views on this part of the trip were amazing. Plus, the bus has the advantage of being a double-decker bus, so if you want really great views, sit on the top! (If you want to avoid motion sickness, sit on the bottom, lol).<br />
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The colors of these hills at this time of year were yellow-greens and russet browns. This picture really captures them. Although they lacked the brilliant fall foliage we see in the U.S. at this time of year, they were still very autumnal.<br />
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It was almost impossible to stop taking photos---just one stunning view after another.<br />
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Needless to say, after a 3.5 hour train ride, a 45 min ferry trip and an hour on a bus, I was feeling quite queasy. And I still had the return bus and ferry trip later in the day. However, this was the BEST day of my entire trip to Scotland! The sea & motion sickness were 1000% worth it!!! I can't recommend it enough.<br />
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This is going to have to be part 1 of the Isle of Mull. I really like long blog posts, but this one is too long already. The next post will include the gorgeous village of Tobermory, a delightful walk through the country where one stumbles upon a charming farm cheese shop, a sunset cruise and fish & chips. :-)<br />
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Edinburgh was a day of jaw-dropping moments. Like fireworks, where each one you see, you think, "wow, that's my favorite" until the next one, and you say, "no, wait, <i>that</i>'<i>s</i> my favorite....wow, that one...no wait, that one...." :-) You get the idea, right?<br />
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Glasgow has sections that feel 18th century, but it still feels like a modern city. Edinburgh is medieval, majestic, <i>old</i>. I felt truly transported to another era. From the moment I emerged from Waverly train station to standing on the summit of Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh was one awe-inspiring moment topped by another.<br />
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Edinburgh is a 1 hour train ride from Glasgow. I took a 7am train there and a 5:30p train back. With just 8 hours or so, I decided to focus on the Royal Mile. This is a road that stretches from Edinburgh Castle down to the Palace of Holyrood.<br />
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I also thought it could be dubbed the Mile of Wool, Cashmere, Tartan and Tweed, as nearly every other shop along this road seemed to be a wool, cashmere, tartan or tweed shop. :-)<br />
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Edinburgh Castle</h3>
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On a high outcropping of rock overlooking the city sits the iconic fortress of Scotland, Edinburgh Castle. <span style="text-align: center;">My first view of this massive castle, as well as the 360 degree views from it, was so powerful I cried. Literally, the power and beauty of it made me cry.</span></div>
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I paid the 17.50 pound entry fee, and yes, it was worth it. Beyond the gates, massive walls built into the rock tower above you<br />
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At least one section of the current castle date back to the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edinburgh_Castle" target="_blank">1100</a>s!<br />
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The wide road opens onto a courtyard surrounded by mulitple stone structures--from a former governor's mansion to barracks.<br />
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At the top and innermost sections of the fortress stand a war museum and sections which were used as a Royal Palace.<br />
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The Royal Mile</h3>
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Descending from the castle, impressive stone buildings along a cobblestone street extend as far as the eye can see.</div>
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There is much to visit along this road, including multiple museums, gardens and charming alleys between the buildings, called a "close".<br />
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Literary references abound, to the delight of English majors everywhere. Below is a picture where <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Johnson" target="_blank">Samuel Johnson</a> & J<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Boswell" target="_blank">ames Boswell</a> hung out (supposedly)!<br />
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St. Giles Cathedral</h4>
The splendid St. Giles Cathedral sits along the Royal Mile route.<br />
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Besides being a beautiful church--you should definitely step in and admire it's stone arches-- there are memorials to many influential Scots, including Sir James Young Simpson. Apparently he was the first doctor to successfully use anesthesia on humans, though there seems to be some dispute about this on the internet. Whether it was him or someone else, I'm glad someone figured it out!!<br />
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Can there be a more quintessential Scottish pub?<br />
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Oh wait, yes. This one.<br />
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The Scots' sense of humor was on charming display.<br />
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More beautifully restored stone buildings along the route.<br />
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I was happy to mostly meander along the road without going into any museums, though there were several that looked really interesting, including <a href="https://www.edinburghmuseums.org.uk/venue/writers-museum" target="_blank">The Writers Museum</a>, <a href="https://www.edinburghmuseums.org.uk/venue/museum-childhood" target="_blank">The Museum of Childhood</a> and <a href="https://www.edinburghmuseums.org.uk/venue/peoples-story-museum" target="_blank">The People's Story Museum</a> (all free!!).<br />
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John Knox House</h4>
I did, however, step into the John Knox House. Though not necessarily a house he lived in, it dates from his time period (c. 1530). It provided an insightful and honest--both the good and the bad-- overview of this complicated reformer.<br />
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One of my favorite moments of the day was when I stumbled across a small garden tucked away behind the busy street .<br />
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I love finding hidden gardens in unexpected places (<i>Rabbit Trail: A few weeks ago, we even discovered a tiny but lovely garden in Lititz, PA, just a few steps from the main road. Despite living near Lititz for most of my life, I'd never known of this public garden. It's behind the J<a href="https://lititzhistoricalfoundation.com/index.html" target="_blank">ohannes Mueller House</a>)</i>. Stepping into this beautiful walled garden, the busy street sounds of the city fade. It's peace and quiet give respite to the weary traveler.<br />
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After a few minutes of wandering in this lovely garden, I set off, refreshed, to complete the remaining bit of the Royal Mile.<br />
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At the bottom of the Royal Mile sits the <a href="https://www.royalcollection.org.uk/visit/palace-of-holyroodhouse" target="_blank">Palace of Holyroodhouse</a>--the Queen's official residence in Edinburgh. (The Scottish Parliament is across the street, but I'm waaaay more interested in royalty than politics, so I skipped that. :-) )<br />
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This truly grand and beautiful palace was amazing! Unfortunately, you are not allowed to take pictures inside, so go to the <a href="https://www.royalcollection.org.uk/visit/palace-of-holyroodhouse" target="_blank">official website</a> to get a glimpse of some amazing rooms. Besides the grand Gallery, the throne room and other state rooms, the tour includes the apartments of Mary, Queen of Scots, where her husband, Lord Darnley murdered her Italian secretary, David Rizzio. It is truly amazing to stand in the very spot where such dramatic scenes of history took place!<br />
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Attached to the back of the castle sits the ruins of Holyrood Abbey. These magnificent ruins have been the inspiration for poetry and music, including <a href="https://www.classicfm.com/composers/mendelssohn/guides/scotland-holyrood/inspiration-scottish-symphony/" target="_blank">Mendelssohn's Scottish Symphony.</a><br />
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Palace Gardens of Holyroodhouse</h4>
In case you haven't noticed, I love gardens. So while I can't show you pictures of inside the Palace, instead I'll share some from the lovely gardens.<br />
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Have I mentioned the weather yet? It was a clear, crisp, sunny, spectacular autumn day. Yes, I said sunny. I was strongly warned to expect dark, rainy weather at the end of October. Instead I had a week of almost perfect <i>sunny</i> Scottish weather. Perhaps climate change has its advantages. :-)<br />
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Could there be a more perfect day for this scene? I couldn't stop taking pictures of this view---the green grass, the sculptural tree, with the hills of Holyrood Park and Arthur's Seat in the distance.<br />
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And now for the crown jewel of my day in Edinburgh. As I left the Palace, the craggy hills of the national park adjoining the palace beckoned me. The beautiful sunshine, blue sky and cool crisp air were irresistible. It was only 2pm, so I decided to hike <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur's_Seat" target="_blank">Arthur's Seat</a>.</div>
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According to wikipedia, Robert Louis Stevenson called this "a hill for magnitude, a mountain in virtue of its bold design", which I find a perfect description. It will certainly provide you with a serious workout for your thighs and calves, but it is doable in an afternoon. The paths are clearly marked and there are generally lots of other tourists climbing with you. There was a crowd of at least 40 other people at the summit, I'm sure!<br />
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The lower paths were smooth like this. Toward the top it was a bit stony (and there are steps). But I'm going to stop talking now and let the pictures give you the rest of the story.<br />
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Stunning!! Glorious!! Amazing!! There are no words to describe the beauty of this hike on this day. My legs felt like jelly by the end and were crazy sore the next day, but of course it was completely worth it.<br />
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This was the stunning finale fireworks display, the crowning jewel---you pick your favorite metaphor ---for my day in Edinburgh. And I didn't even come close to seeing a quarter of this amazing city!<br />
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I wanted be in Glasgow before it was too late, so I took a 6pm train back and had plenty of time to rest up for my next adventure: a 2-day trip to coastal town of Oban and the Isle of Mull, part of the InnerHebrides. If you can believe it, the spectacular views and experiences were only going to get better.<br />
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I am reviving this defunct blog to share details on an amazing trip to Scotland.<br />
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As a life-long anglophile, I assumed that my first trip to the UK would be to England. Scotland wasn't really on my radar. I thought it would certainly be <i>nice</i> to visit, but it wasn't the main trip I was dreaming of.<br />
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However, an unexpected opportunity to visit Scotland dropped into my lap, along with a ridiculously low-priced airline ticket, a place to stay, and the chance to travel with a friend who had lived there. So I went. And now, I have advice for all of you: GO TO SCOTLAND. It is amazing, beautiful, fascinating, quirky and profound.<br />
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I will be posting some re-caps, in several parts:<br />
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Part 1: <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2018/07/scotland-part-1-people-make-glasgow.html" target="_blank">Glasgow</a><br />
Part 2: <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2018/08/scotland-part-2-edinburgh.html" target="_blank">Edinburgh</a><br />
Part 3: <a href="https://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2019/01/of-trains-ferries-and-buses-oban-isle.html" target="_blank">Oban & the Isle of Mull - 1</a><br />
Part 4: Oban & the Isle of Mull - 2<br />
Part 5: St. Andrews<br />
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There are many other beautiful places I didn't get to visit, especially the Highlands & the Isle of Skye. I probably could have squeezed one or two more things in, but I was happy to see some real highlights without burning out. I gave myself space to breathe, relax, discover, meet new friends. And it was one of the best trips I've ever taken.<br />
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I did about half of my touring alone. While I definitely want to travel there again with family, I really enjoyed the opportunity to do several days of this trip solo. There is a freedom to explore and relax at the same time. To set the pace, then push forward when you want to and stop when you need to rest. It was amusing & instructive to observe the people around me.<br />
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Glasgow</h3>
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Glasgow makes a great base for exploring Scotland and it's a wonderful city to explore in its own right. Plus, the Glaswegians (and Welsh, English, Irish, and South African) I met were wonderfully friendly. From the train conductor who put me on the right train after I'd missed my stop (and gone about 30 min beyond) to the cab driver who brought back my friend's cell phone to her when she left it in his cab, the people in Glasgow were friendly and helpful.<br />
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Out of the week I had in Scotland, I spent two afternoon and evenings focused on touring Glasgow. Here are 5 activities and/or places of Glasgow that I explored and highly recommend. You could easily see all of these places in one full day.<br />
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If you love walking the streets of cities just because of the impressive and interesting architecture, the feeling of grandeur all around you, then Glasgow City Centre is that in spades.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman";">I met my traveling companion and some of her friends at </span><a href="https://thebutterflyandthepig.com/" style="font-family: "times new roman";" target="_blank">The Butterfly and the Pig</a><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"> for a meal as delicious as the name is charming. Plus it has the perfect oldy-worldy feel that you're looking for in a city that was around in the 1500s.</span><br />
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Glasgow was once a major ship-building center of the UK and a prosperous Victorian city. Its downtown streets are lined with stunning, ornate architecture. After lunch, I began my exploration near St. George's Square, the heart of Victorian Glasgow.<br />
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Nearby, streets lined with impressive, ornately carved Victorian buildings, reflect Glasgow's confident and prosperous history.<br />
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As we walked farther away from City Centre, the architecture changed. It's ornate Victorian buildings gave way to the cleaner lines and more restrained elegance of the Edwardian period. The shift in architecture was marked, at least on this day, by a shift in noise as well. The city centre was boisterous and loud. Congested traffic, horns and sirens were amplified by the tunnel-like soundscape that the imposing buildings in a natural valley create. But as we climbed higher, we walked down quiet residential streets, with a more open feel.<br />
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We came to a the crest of a hill, to a lovely square of simple, honey-colored stone buildings surrounding a private garden.<br />
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From there, we walked passed streets of townhomes that reminded me of the East End in New York City. In Scotland these townhomes are called tenement housing---the Victorian version of housimg developments or projects. There were both high-end and low-end tenement housing, and everything in between.<br />
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The kitchen was the most fascinating room, and unfortunately I didn't get good photos of it. Apparently the owner basically lived in the kitchen, which included an original cast iron coal stove.<br />
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There are many other museums worth visiting in Glasgow, including the gorgeous baroque-style bulding that houses the free (!) <a href="https://www.glasgowlife.org.uk/museums/venues/kelvingrove-art-gallery-and-museum" target="_blank">Kelvingrove Art Gallery</a> If I get a next time, that will definitely be on my list.<br />
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At the intersection of Byres Road and Great Western Road, sits the Glasgow Botanic Gardens. I spent the remaining afternoon and evening wandering down both of these wide avenues lined with all kinds of shops, cafes and restaurants. As dusk approached (around 4pm at that time of year!), I came to the Glasgow Botanic Gardens. </div>
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I spent a quarter hour strolling down its winding paths and peaceful lawns, enjoying quiet autumn beauty in the middle of a noisy city.<br />
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The gardens themselves were well into their autumnal decline, but the textures and warm browns and yellows of the fading vegetation against bright green grass were still beautiful and interesting to look at.</div>
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Leaving the garden (just before they locked the gates!), I walked down Byres Road and stopped in <a href="https://goo.gl/maps/hc1LJ5EFFuF2" target="_blank">Waterstones Bookstore</a>. I know it's a chain, but as it was my first time there, I was completely charmed. I browsed the bookshelves, contemplating how I might manage to pack an additional half-dozen books in my suitcase, sipped a mocha at the cafe and talked to my family back home.<br />
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The bookstore was preparing for an after-hours gathering---apparently a Scottish author who had written on New Orleans & Jazz music was going to read from his latest book. A lady sat down at my table and enthusiastically pitched the author & book to me. Apparently this was her second or third time to attend one of his book signings. I briefly considered it because, you know, the irony of traveling to Glasgow to learn about New Orleans Jazz :-)---but decided to forge on ahead.<br />
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If the time had allowed, I would have gone on from there to the University of Glasgow (founded in 1451) and Kelvingrove Gallery. As it is, I'll have to wait for the next trip to Scotland! I ended up with a late supper at <a href="https://goo.gl/maps/2odHkTETZ332" target="_blank">Kember & Jones</a> , a charming cafe & bakery.<br />
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On a Sunday afternoon I walked from the City Centre to Glasgow Cathedral. This stunning medieval church was built between the 13th and 15th centuries. </div>
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Unfortunately I arrived just as a service was beginning, so I was unable to see the inside. But on such a lovely afternoon, I didn't mind. Instead I made my way across the Bridge of Sighs, which runs parellel to the Cathedral and provides stunning views of it all along the way.<br />
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This bridge runs across a ravine and connects to the Glasgow Necropolis.<br />
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And what, you might ask, is a Necropolis???<br />
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I find the purpose "to improve the morals and tastes of Glaswegians" quite fascinating! Indeed, as King Solomon says, "It is better to go to a house of mourning than to go to a house of feasting, for death is the destiny of everyone; the living should take this to heart" (Eccl 7:2).<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><br />
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The views across the city on this nearly cloudless day were spectacular. The Necropolis was quite full of people walking around the paths, some in little clumps listening to a tour guide, others just out with the dogs for a glorious afternoon. During my Sunday afternoon promenade among these sculptural tombs I felt curiously connected to the Victorians who probably would have been doing the same thing!<br />
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5. Provand's Lordship House & Garden</h4>
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Not far from the Cathedral,is the <a href="https://goo.gl/maps/3AAjPmcsbQo" target="_blank">Provand's Lordship House</a>, the oldest house in Glasgow.<br />
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A medieval house built in 1471, with rumors that Mary, Queen of Scots may have stayed here, it's a fun little house that gives a real feel for how a 15th century medieval house looked and felt. Beware of the tiny doors, though! I almost didn't fit through one of them.<br />
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Behind the house there is a lovely courtyard with a physic (medicinal) herb garden.<br />
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The herbs are planted in groups based on the ailments they are used to treat. As I have a slightly obsessive fascniation with herbs, I loved this peaceful garden even at the end of the growing season.<br />
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As the sun sets on this Sunday evening stroll, this post comes to a close as well. Glasgow is a city of contrasts: energizing, bustling, friendly-city chaos interspersed with quiet peaceful moments. I loved that, and I hope you do to!<br />
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The next installment will cover my day in Edinburgh. It is an amazing city---not to be missed!<br />
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Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-72015346787810748312013-12-10T16:40:00.003-06:002013-12-10T16:40:51.185-06:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion, Chapters 49-55Well, our story is beginning to wind down. Austen begins to tie up some of the narrative strands, resolving some of the conflicts. Of course, the key resolution has yet to take place, but I have to say that after the stress and drama of the previous chapters, it's really nice to see the happy endings coming together.<br />
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So first, Lydia.<br />
It is hard to call this a truly "happy ending" for Lydia. As Elizabeth points out,"<i>in looking forward, neither rational happiness nor worldly prosperity could be justly expected for her sister." </i>But Lydia herself is happy--selfishly happy--or at least has no regrets about her situation.<br />
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And of course, Mrs. Bennet is beside herself with joy: "<i>no sentiment of shame gave a damp to her triumph. The marriage of a daughter, which had been the first object of her wishes since Jane was sixteen, was now on the point of accomplishment..."</i><br />
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Though the elopement has been an excruciating trial for the family, Lydia is as flippant and heartless as she ever was before. In some ways this is satisfying in that she stays the "bad" character. We never have to feel bad that she is not going to have a truly happy marriage or any <i>"worldly prosperity."</i> Of course, Austen has not done anything in the narrative to make really us care about Lydia. (As a side note, in the modern adaptation of this story in the <i><a href="http://www.lizziebennet.com/" target="_blank">Lizzie Bennet Diaries</a></i>, I find the <a href="http://www.lizziebennet.com/characters/lydia-bennet/" target="_blank">Lydia arc</a> quite interesting. The writers actually make you care about Lydia in the beginning, and thus if they had kept Austen's ending for Lydia, it would have been very unsatisfying. I actually quite like what they did with the story, and in some respects, I think they actually improved on Austen )<br />
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If the outcome of Lydia's elopement is a somewhat dubious happy ending for her, it is very much a happy ending for Elizabeth and the rest of the Bennet family! I just love reading Mrs. Gardiner's description of all that Darcy did:<i> ...he had found out where your sister and Mr. Wickham were, and that he had seen and talked with them both -- Wickham repeatedly, Lydia once....You know pretty well, I suppose, what has been done for the young people. His debts are to be paid, amounting, I believe, to considerably more than a thousand pounds, another thousand in addition to her own settled upon her, and his commission purchased. The reason why all this was to be done by him alone was such as I have given above....</i><br />
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The contrast between Darcy's strong sense of responsibility and Mr. Bennet's lackadaisical parenting always strikes me very forcibly here---especially where he tells Elizabeth before Lydia goes to Brighten, <i>"Lydia will never be easy till she has exposed herself in some public place or other, and we can never expect her to do it with so little expense or inconvenience to her family as under the present circumstances." </i><br />
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Darcy, on the other hand, refuses to allow anyone else to take responsibility even though it's possible, considering how foolish both Lydia & Wickham are and how lazy a parent Mr. Bennet is, that it might have happened even if they had known about Wickham's true character:<br />
<i>The motive professed was his conviction of its being owing to himself that Wickham's worthlessness had not been so well known as to make it impossible for any young woman of character to love or confide in him. He generously imputed the whole to his mistaken pride, and confessed that he had before thought it beneath him to lay his private actions open to the world. His character was to speak for itself. He called it, therefore, his duty to step forward, and endeavour to remedy an evil which had been brought on by himself. </i>I just love that someone like this has fallen for Elizabeth!<br />
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I am SO happy for Jane. Every time I read this, I feel like laughing and crying because I'm so happy for her. And sometimes I even do. Jane has consistently been loving, gentle, strong, caring, giving throughout the entire story. I know this kind of goodness grates on some people's nerves, but I just love her for it. She has suffered quietly, patiently yet intensely. In this respect, she reminds me a little bit of Elinor in <i>Sense and Sensibility</i>. If anyone deserves a happy ending, it is most definitely Jane. Elizabeth, as we have been pointing out for the last few weeks, has clearly made mistakes and is suffering for those. It's possible to say to some degree that she "deserves" some of her anguish over Darcy, or at the least, needs to go through it for a kind of penance. But Jane, unlike most of the characters, has not made any of those mistakes. She suffers because of other people's pride and mistaken judgment. Which is why her first words to Elizabeth after her engagement are so ironic, but in a kind of sweet way:<br />
<i>"'Tis too much!" she added -- "by far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh! why is not everybody as happy!" </i><br />
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Jane is one of those characters (Miss Bates in <i>Emma</i> is another) who has learned that happiness comes through giving. And her own personal happiness is doubled because she is also giving joy to those around her: <i>"I must go instantly to my mother," she cried; "I would not on any account trifle with her affectionate solicitude; or allow her to hear it from any one but myself. He is gone to my father already. Oh! Lizzy, to know that what I have to relate will give such pleasure to all my dear family! how shall I bear so much happiness!"</i><br />
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Well, one more week of reading! Thank you to all of you who have participated. If you've gotten behind but still want to comment on previous posts, please do. I am happy to continue the discussion at any time....even after the book discussion is over. :)Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-1785125960916700352013-12-07T13:39:00.000-06:002013-12-07T13:39:02.624-06:00Pumpkin Chocolate Chip CookiesI know Thanksgiving is over and we are very much into the Christmas season. However, in case you have some leftover pumpkin puree in the fridge or you succumbed to the after-Thanksgiving markdowns of all the ingredients you needed <i>before</i> Thanksgiving, here's a delicious cookie recipe that will not disappoint.<br />
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My mom gave me the recipe and she probably got it from someone else, so it's certainly not an original with us. But I thought I'd share it since I've never seen a cookie recipe get such rave reviews. Even people who don't normally get that terribly excited for cookies or desserts (and, yes, as strange as that sounds, there are actually a few people like that in the world. I happen to be married to one of them. I have no idea how that happened....;-) actually love these. They were one of my most popular recipes when I lived in Mexico too.<br />
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As with most of my well-loved recipes, this is what it actually looks like. Barely readable, scribbled down on the only scrap of paper I could find while getting the recipe from Mom over the phone. And now covered with splotches of flour, sugar, butter, cinnamon and pumpkin. :)<br />
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As with most cookie recipes, combine dry ingredients in one bowl, butter and sugars in another:<br />
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Stir flour mixture into the creamed mixture, a little bit at a time, alternating it with the pumpkin puree. This is to help incorporate the ingredients well but also to avoid dusting your entire kitchen and yourself in a cloud of flour and cinnamon.<br />
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Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-74920203054146766792013-12-03T22:10:00.002-06:002013-12-03T22:10:16.110-06:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion: Chapters 43-48These six chapters contain two dramatic developments, sharply and abruptly juxtaposed with each other; at that pivotal point between these two events, only two characters are in the scene: Elizabeth and Darcy. The first event, of course, is the meeting of Elizabeth and Darcy at Pemberley and the other is Lydia's escapade. These chapters bring such conflicting emotions to me. I just love how the romance between Elizabeth and Darcy is reignited. But I absolutely hate how Lydia's foolish behavior suddenly shuts everything down. I think the reader despairs, just like Elizabeth, and feels " <i>how improbable it was that they should ever see each other again on such terms of cordiality as had marked their several meetings in Derbyshire</i>" (Chapter 46).<br />
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While Austen uses dramatic irony in the first part of the novel by letting us in on Darcy's feelings for Elizabeth very early on, she now employs suspense. Instead of us getting to enjoy the irony of Elizabeth's prejudice in light of Darcy's feelings, we now are forced to reckon with the events exactly as Elizabeth must. I think that's why, if I can say that I "dislike" a section of the book (which I really don't), it would be Chapters 45-49. And I know this is definitely related to my personal preferences or personality. I hate suspense. I hate not being in the know. But I love dramatic irony. :) I love getting to see what the characters can't see. I like knowing what's going on.... Anyway, all of that is kind of beside the point, except that those personal preferences probably contribute to my strong emotional response to this section.<br />
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I am struck in this particular reading how these six chapters are almost like mirror images of each other, one positive and the other negative. In both developments, family members of Elizabeth who are fairly minor characters( in terms of how much time has been devoted to them in the novel up until now) make decisions that on the surface seem far removed from Darcy & Elizabeth's relationship. The Gardiners invite Elizabeth to take a vacation, Mr. Gardiner can't get away from work long enough to visit the Lake Country, Mrs. Gardiner happens to be from the area near Pemberley, and both Mr. & Mrs. Gardiner really want to visit Pemberley. On the negative side, Lydia has been flirting her way through the officers in Brighton and apparently has developed a big crush on Wickham. This development is interesting because when we find out they run away with each other, we are as shocked as Elizabeth. There has been no hint that the two were ever interested in each other. We do not get to see even a little bit of Lydia's letters to Kitty. It is completely dropped in our laps. And coming off of Elizabeth's incredible time at Pemberley, it is so totally unexpected. I think I'm still having trouble getting over it.<br />
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The results of actions and circumstances of these two sides of the family contribute to serendipitously place Elizabeth and Darcy together the moment she reads Jane's letters. Of course this has momentous consequences for the story, but we haven't gotten to that part yet, so I won't discuss it here. But in terms of Elizabeth's and Darcy's relationship, it now allows Elizabeth to experience something of what Darcy felt when she rejected him:<br />
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<i> Darcy made no answer. He seemed scarcely to hear her, and was walking up and down the room in earnest meditation, his brow contracted, his air gloomy. Elizabeth soon observed, and instantly understood it. Her power was sinking; everything must sink under such a proof of family weakness, such an assurance of the deepest disgrace. She could neither wonder nor condemn, but the belief of his self-conquest brought nothing consolatory to her bosom, afforded no palliation of her distress. <b>It was, on the contrary, exactly calculated to make her understand her own wishes; and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.</b></i><br />
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As so often in life, loss illuminates our true priorities. We only realize how important someone or something is to us the moment that we lose them. When Elizabeth first comes to Pemberley and hears the housekeepers praise of Darcy, she begins to acknowledge that she may have done more than misjudge Darcy; she may have misjudged her own feelings:<br />
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<i>There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth's mind, a more gentle sensation towards the original than she had ever felt in the height of their acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by Mrs. Reynolds was of no trifling nature. ... and as she stood before the canvas, on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression.</i><br />
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In the string of meetings with Darcy, starting with that exquisite first one, we see Elizabeth feeling confused, surprised and uncomfortable but also at the same time pleased, happy, gratified, and flattered:<br />
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<i> Elizabeth said nothing, but it gratified her exceedingly; the compliment must be all for herself. Her astonishment, however, was extreme, and continually was she repeating, "Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for me -- it cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened.</i><br />
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<i>Elizabeth was not comfortable: that was impossible; but she was flattered and pleased. </i><br />
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There are a couple of lines that I especially like in Chapter 43. The first is when Austen describes the moment that they first see each other:<br />
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I love that when they see each other again for the first time, it is their <i>eyes</i> that instantly meet. One of those electric moments that lets us see the very real chemistry between these two characters. Not described in over-the-top romantic language, but much more powerful in my opinion. :)<br />
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The other great moment in the chapter is the very end, where "<i>Mr. Darcy handed the ladies into the carriage; and when it drove off, Elizabeth saw him walking slowly towards the house."</i><br />
Elizabeth watches him walk into the house. She can't keep her eyes, much less her thoughts, off of Mr. Darcy.<br />
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In the subsequent meetings (and this post is getting long, so I won't go into detail), Elizabeth continues to feel happy yet confused. <i>We</i> know she is falling in love with him, but we also know that after expressing her feelings of dislike so strongly, it is not going to be easy for her to acknowledge her love. This is why, though I hate that it interrupts such a lovely romantic narrative, the shock and loss that comes from Lydia's elopement is so powerful for Elizabeth:<br />
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<i>The present unhappy state of the family rendered any other excuse for the lowness of her spirits unnecessary; nothing, therefore, could be fairly conjectured from that, though Elizabeth, who was by this time tolerably well acquainted with her own feelings, was perfectly aware that, had she known nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of Lydia's infamy somewhat better. It would have spared her, she thought, one sleepless night out of two.</i><br />
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In Chapter 50 we get insight into her more thorough examination of herself, but even here in the midst of their family suffering, Elizabeth can't keep her regrets about Darcy from intruding.<br />
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So from such heights at Pemberley, to now such a low. There is much more to say here about how Lydia's elopement affects other characters--especially Mr. Bennet. But for now, I'm going to end this post with what may possibly be my favorite quotes from the entire book. The BBC miniseries does a fabulous job of dramatizing this moment, but I have to say, I just love the commentary. Whenever I watch the scene, I always think of these lines:<br />
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And that, my friends is (just about) the last we hear of Miss Bingley. :)<br />
<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-80025354037261623082013-11-25T23:17:00.001-06:002013-11-25T23:17:46.522-06:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion: Chapters 37-42These next six chapters, in contrast to the last eight or so, feel very much like transition or filler. Not so much filler in the sense of fluff (definitely not!), but in the sense that time is passing and we only get glimpses of moments rather than a narrative that focuses in detail on particular scenes. I feel like the narrative slows down into a kind of slow motion (sorry, repetitive!) during three key times: when Elizabeth visits Netherfield, Hunsford, and then her still-to-come visit to Derbyshire. Of course, we do get details about other events, such as the party at the Lucases, the Netherfield Ball and Mr. Collin's first visit to Longbourne; I think what I'm saying is that as a reader, I feel like the narrative slows down and focuses more at those times. In reality, this may be more of a reflection of my reading of the story and the kind of priorities that I have as a reader rather than what Austen is actually doing. I wonder if any of you feel that way as well? I guess it may just be showing that for me, the really interesting parts, the ones I look forward to and relish the most, are the ones that really advance the relationship between Elizabeth and Darcy. Ah well, I'm a romantic....that's no surprise to anyone who knows me. :-) I love the satire and wit, but to me that is secondary. So what about you? Do any of you feel you have different reactions, like, perhaps that the romance is secondary and you relish another aspect of the novel instead?<br />
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Ok, so on to discussing the actual chapters. :) Here are a few of my thoughts. Elizabeth has her life-changing moment. She has been <i>justly humiliated </i>and is now returning to her family, in a sense, a changed person. I think it is interesting to see her interaction with friends and family members--and Wickham--in light of the new information she has received and her change of heart. Here are some thoughts on these interactions:<br />
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1. Lady Catherine - I see Elizabeth as her father's daughter here. She is entertaining herself the entire time at Rosings imagining what Lady Catherine would think and do if she knew that her nephew had just proposed to Elizabeth: <br />
<i>Elizabeth could not see Lady Catherine without recollecting that, had she chosen it, she might by this time have been presented to her as her future niece; nor could she think, without a smile, of what her ladyship's indignation would have been. "What would she have said? how would she have behaved?" were questions with which she amused herself.</i><br />
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This reminds of me of Mr. Bennet during the first dinner with Mr. Collins where he entertains himself by asking ridiculous questions. It also shows that Elizabeth's mind is completely taken up with the proposal, despite the fact that she refused Mr. Darcy. This is not a Mr. Collins proposal that she can laugh off and never think of twice.<br />
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2. Her family - Elizabeth now views her family in a completely different light. She is now critically evaluating the consequences of their moral failures. She had boasted to Mr. Darcy at Netherfield that she could just laugh at people who behaved foolishly. But she can do that no more. She must honestly reflect on her own shortcomings as well as her family's. Here is where Elizabeth's life begins to take a trajectory different from her father's. Mr. Bennet has yet to come to his moment of reckoning. His daughter has, in some sense, become more mature than her own father:<br />
<i>In her own past behaviour there was a constant source of vexation and regret; and in the unhappy defects of her family, a subject of yet heavier chagrin. They were hopeless of remedy. Her father, contented with laughing at them, would never exert himself to restrain the wild giddiness of his youngest daughters; and her mother, with manners so far from right herself, was entirely insensible of the evil. Elizabeth had frequently united with Jane in an endeavour to check the imprudence of Catherine and Lydia; but while they were supported by their mother's indulgence, what chance could there be of improvement? Catherine, weak-spirited, irritable, and completely under Lydia's guidance, had been always affronted by their advice; and Lydia, self-willed and careless, would scarcely give them a hearing. They were ignorant, idle, and vain. While there was an officer in Meryton, they would flirt with him; and while Meryton was within a walk of Longbourn, they would be going there for ever. </i><br />
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Besides this passage in Chapter 37, the narrator takes up the same topic in Chapter 42, giving us a little bit of the omniscient point of view and allowing us to understand Mr. Bennet's story a little bit more:<br />
<i>Her father, captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good-humour which youth and beauty generally give, had married a woman whose weak understanding and illiberal mind had very early in their marriage put an end to all real affection for her. Respect, esteem, and confidence had vanished for ever; and all his views of domestic happiness were overthrown. But Mr. Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on, in any of those pleasures which too often console the unfortunate for their folly or their vice. He was fond of the country and of books; and from these tastes had arisen his principal enjoyments. To his wife he was very little otherwise indebted, than as her ignorance and folly had contributed to his amusement. This is not the sort of happiness which a man would in general wish to owe to his wife; but where other powers of entertainment are wanting, the true philosopher will derive benefit from such as are given.</i><br />
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What struck me this time was that Elizabeth very nearly followed her father's footsteps. She was <i>captivated by youth and beauty</i> as well, i.e., Mr. Wickham's charming manners and handsome face, just like her father. And if not for the fact that the entail kept her poor, she might have married him! Mr. Bennet happened to be independently wealthy, which meant that there was nothing preventing him from marrying Miss Gardner (i.e., Mrs. Bennet ;-).<br />
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3. Mr. Wickham - here of course, we see Elizabeth's utter contempt for him:<br />
<i>She had even learnt to detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her, an affectation and a sameness to disgust and weary. </i><br />
Fortunately, though, she is not married to him! I feel like she has had such an escape. ;-) I also see, too, that though Elizabeth has lost all respect for him, she does not treat him with the contempt that she feels until he absolutely forces the issue on her.<br />
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And a final observation: in these chapters, Lydia starts to really come to the forefront of the narrative. We knew before that she was ridiculous and silly but the extent of her foolishness is more clearly demonstrated. A couple of moments are really quite funny, especially the one time the narrative lets us see what Lydia is actually thinking:<br />
<i>In Lydia's imagination, a visit to Brighton comprised every possibility of earthly happiness. She saw, with the creative eye of fancy, the streets of that gay bathing place covered with officers. She saw herself the object of attention to tens and to scores of them at present unknown. She saw all the glories of the camp -- its tents stretched forth in beauteous uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with scarlet; and, to complete the view, she saw herself seated beneath a tent, tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once. </i><br />
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Certainly nothing we've seen Elizabeth thinking about! I like the narrator's sarcasm: <br />
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So in conclusion, we see a changed Elizabeth Bennet, and now we get to see her family and acquaintances through this new lens. But the best part of the entire section has to be the last line of Chapter 42:<br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">Sometimes autumn is stunning. Brilliant reds, golds and greens against an azure sky.</span><br />
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">Are beautiful as days can be;<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">She loves the bare, the withered tree;<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">Her pleasure will not let me stay.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;"> She talks and I am fain to list:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">She’s glad the birds are gone away,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">She’s glad her simple worsted gray<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">The desolate, deserted trees,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">The beauties she so truly sees,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #444444;">She thinks I have no eye for these,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">Today is one of those cold, grey November days. I want to put on a scarf and cable knit sweater and go walking through a forest, crunching the brown leaves underfoot.</span><br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-4024212088009998292013-11-22T11:17:00.001-06:002013-12-09T09:22:44.058-06:00P&P Reading Schedule UpdateHello there,<br />
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Just a quick update...<br />
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If you are following our <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> book discussion, you may have noticed I didn't get a post up Monday. Oops. :(<br />
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Between a very busy time at work, traveling and the normal dissertation and life things, I've not been keeping up with our readings. So, I'm going to give us a break and revise the schedule a little bit. We will move our discussion for Chapters 37-42 to next Monday, November 25th. See the revised schedule <a href="http://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2013/09/pride-and-prejudice-reading-schedule.html" target="_blank">here</a>. I hope that will give some of you the chance to catch up a little. :)<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-43644033117131731432013-11-11T19:43:00.000-06:002013-11-12T08:42:24.771-06:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion, Chapters 31-36: Guest Post!(This week, Andrea Cavanaugh has very kindly offered to do a guest post for our discussion while I recover from an excellent but tiring work conference in Boston. So here are thoughts on Chapters 31-36. Thanks, Andrea. :)<br />
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Chapters 31-36 take place in Hunsford at the parsonage and at Rosings. I enjoy these chapters, as Austen often seems to employ the device of removing her characters from their home environments to propel the plot forward (I believe Emma is the only novel where the heroine stays put). There's a change of location, and, as I reflect on these chapters, it seems that the overarching theme is a change of perspective. The characters' assumptions and judgments of each other are called into question and even transformed. These chapters function as a mini-climax to the events of the story so far -- reversals abound, and Elizabeth and Darcy are left floundering as the firm ground of their assumptions gives way to new perspectives.<br />
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On Easter, the Collinses, Elizabeth, and Maria spend the evening at Rosings, and there's another extended conversation between Elizabeth and Darcy (and Colonel Fitzwilliam). This conversation reminds me of Darcy and Elizabeth's conversations at Netherfield, and, though shorter, reminds us of their well-matched minds. I love that Darcy feels comfortable enough to tease Elizabeth: <i>I have had the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know that you find great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which in fact are not your own.</i> This exchange ends on a pointed note with Elizabeth rebuking Darcy for his professed lack of talent at conversing with strangers, but all in all, it comes across as an enjoyable exchange between equals, and I think it gives Darcy motivation to continue pursuing Elizabeth.<br />
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The next morning, Elizabeth and Darcy inadvertently find themselves having a tete-a-tete when Darcy arrives at the parsonage while Charlotte and Maria are out. Their conversation revolves around the preferable amount distance between a married couple and extended family. I love how this conversation progresses quickly from a discussion of Charlotte's distance from her family to what Elizabeth's preference would be. The theme of family relationships and their impact on marriage continues to arise. Later in this chapter, Elizabeth yet again dismisses Charlotte's suggestion that Mr. Darcy is in love with her. Charlotte is quite perceptive! <br />
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And then the bomb drops. If you've read the novel before or seen the movie adaptations, you know as soon as Chapter 33 begins that this is the end of Darcy and Elizabeth's fledgling relationship. I always feel bad for Colonel Fitzwilliam here, since he's so unaware of the distress he's causing. And I do wonder what your thoughts are on the colonel? What do you think of him as a character? I sometimes think he's a glorified plot device. He certainly plays a key role in these chapters. His openness and affability enable Darcy and Elizabeth to renew their acquaintance, and his easy manner and lack of awareness of Elizabeth's connection to Jane allow him to spill the beans about Darcy's role in separating Jane and Bingley. Without Colonel Fitzwilliam's revealing this information, I wonder if Elizabeth would have rejected Darcy so vehemently in the next chapter? This conversation changes Elizabeth's perspective on Darcy, and not for the better. When Elizabeth first met Darcy, she was harmlessly affected by his pride and reacted with amusement and disdain. Then, as she heard Wickham's story, her disgust at Darcy's pride grew and she found that pride offensive for the harm it caused a new friend. But now that Mr. Darcy's pride has harmed her sister, her closest friend, she is angry.<br />
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That anger drives her reaction to Darcy's proposal in Chapter 34. Again, Darcy's and Elizabeth's wits are well matched. This conversation and its aftermath change Darcy's and Elizabeth's perspectives about each other and about themselves. <i>Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression.</i> <i>She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent.</i> She is shocked at Darcy's proposal (in spite of Charlotte's repeated observations!). He is shocked at her refusal. Their assumptions about each other begin to crumble in this chapter. They begin to see each other through the other's eyes. He is also impacted by her criticism of his less-than-<i>gentleman-like manner</i>. I think his perspective about himself shifts at this moment. <i>He looked at her with an expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. </i>He is properly ashamed of himself. Elizabeth's perspective of herself shifts in the next chapter as she reads his explanation about Jane, Bingley, and, Wickham. Elizabeth reads the first half of the letter in a fury, dismissing Darcy's defense of his actions, then begins to question her judgment as she reads the second half concerning Wickham's deceptions and betrayals, then returns to the first half of the letter and rereads it in a different frame of mind. <i>She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think, without feeling that she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.</i> She later calls this new view of her misjudgments, of her prejudice a<i> just humiliation.</i> She is properly ashamed of herself.<br />
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At the end of these chapters, Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam leave Rosings. I think the reader feels worn out and tossed about just as Elizabeth must feel. Some of the revelations are less shocking (we know and have known, just as Charlotte does and did, that Darcy is attracted to Elizabeth), but other revelations reshape our initial impressions of the characters and the plot. Austen has shaped our expectations and then confounded them. She's brought the events of the first half of the book to a climax that turns on its head what we thought we knew.<br />
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I look forward to hearing your thoughts on the characters and events in these chapters!<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-26936720924988751382013-11-04T21:29:00.001-06:002013-11-11T19:42:39.080-06:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion, Chapters 25-30This will be my week for a pretty short, somewhat disjointed discussion post.<br />
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These chapters feel very much like transition chapters to me. They get Elizabeth out of Hertfordshire and to the next major scene of action--Hunsford. But there are still some great things that happen.<br />
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One of my favorite characters gets introduced: Mrs. Gardiner. I like how she seems to be the voice of reason for Elizabeth. In fact, she strikes me as a kind of mother-figure to Elizabeth, giving wise advice when she really needs it since, clearly, Elizabeth will not get any wise guidance from her mother, and her father doesn't seem to give advice at all--just sarcastic comments. I like the narrator's comment at the end of one of their conversations: "a wonderful instance of advice being given on such a point, without being resented."<br />
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I don't think I've ever seen these conversations between Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth in a film adaptation, which I can understand because they are not strong, plot-driving conversations, but I find that is what makes them especially interesting to me. I think I was actually surprised the first time I read this that Mrs. Gardiner counsels Elizabeth to not get mixed up with Wickham because he doesn't make enough money to support her. This conversation, coming right after Charlotte has accepted Mr. Collins because he makes a good living, does seem to balance out Elizabeth's strong negative reaction to it. If kind, sensible, sympathetic Mrs. Gardiner thinks its important to consider finances in marriage (as well as love), then perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to judge Charlotte. The conversations also serve to show how prejudiced Elizabeth's judgments actually are! She is very much influenced by how much she likes the person: "But Elizabeth, less clear-sighted perhaps in this case than Charlotte's, did not quarrel with him for his wish of independence."<br />
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I don't know why, but I love the fact that they go to the theater and then have a discussion about love there. I know that it would probably not "flow" well in a film, but I would love to have this dramatized. :)<br />
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The dinner at Lady Catherine's house is hysterical. Lady Catherine is quite rude. Though she is not foolish in the same way as Mrs. Bennet, Lady Catherine can be just as ill-mannered, in her own way, as Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth and Jane are not the only ones with embarrassing relatives. I think that Lady Catherine gives Darcy his own share of an embarrassing relative, though he may not realize it yet.<br />
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Of course, the big surprise at the end of Chapter 30 is that Mr. Darcy shows up. He visits the Collins's almost as soon as he arrives, which gives Charlotte another reason to think that Mr. Darcy is interested in Elizabeth. It is amazing how many times Charlotte tells Elizabeth that she thinks Mr. Darcy might be interested in her and yet Elizabeth is still shocked when Darcy declares his love for her. It's almost like Elizabeth doesn't really listen to Charlotte or take her seriously. When Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam visit the cottage, I wish that the narrator would give us a clue to what Darcy is thinking. (I know, I know, those couple of earlier insights were necessary for dramatic irony, and here we already know he likes her....but still.... ). Why does he sit "for some time with out speaking to any body"? Why does he barely speak to Elizabeth?? I want to know what he is thinking. :-) Perhaps he is still firm in his original resolution to not show interest in her anymore in case she would get the wrong idea. Perhaps he thinks that he is "over" her? (But if that is so, why does he make a beeline to see her as soon as he arrives?)<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-31790004790401454502013-10-31T02:00:00.000-05:002013-10-31T02:00:18.581-05:00Travel: Longwood Gardens, Part 2I hope you enjoyed our<a href="http://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2013/10/travel-longwood-gardens-part-1.html" target="_blank"> ramble</a> the other week through <a href="http://longwoodgardens.org/" target="_blank">Longwood Gardens</a>. We covered less than half of the outdoor space then, so today we will see a little more.<br />
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We will be exploring the area west of the Conservatory. This section of the garden is noted in the black circle of the Longwood Outdoor Garden Map below.<br />
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The main walk to this part of the garden is a tree-lined path. On a hot summer's day, this shady path is quite refreshing, especially in contrast with the large open lawn of the Main Fountain Garden.<br />
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The path leads to the modest-sized (compared to the gardens!), ivy-covered Peirce-du Pont House, where Mr. du Pont lived with his family. You can take a tour through the inside and see how it looked while he lived there, as well as view displays that tell the history of his gardens.<br />
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In this spectacular garden, the show is all about the blooms. It was actually the first garden du Pont planned and built. The long straight walk features flowers organized by color: blues, purples, reds, oranges, yellows, whites. The blocks of color create amazing impact. I had hardly finished ooh-ing and aah-ing over one color when I was gobsmacked by the next.<br />
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A long view of the purples and blues.<br />
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Here you can see the reds transitioning to oranges and yellows.</div>
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The yellow blooms were particularly stunning---probably my favorite. I love these neat little soldier rows of feathery blooms contrasting with the gorgeous yellow topiaries.<br />
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More yellow. I had no idea I loved yellow flowers so much.<br />
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Aren't these gorgeous?? There were bright purple ones at the other end of the garden. I think they are some kind of double-bloom Lisianthus. Possibly my new favorite flower!<div>
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The view from the white garden looking back towards the yellow. You can just see the orange and red blooms and the central fountain.<br />
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Looking the other way on the flower walk. The elegant, circular stone bench is a wonderful, cool place to sit and rest your weary legs. And the bench has fun secret. If you sit on one end of the half circle and your friend sits on the other end, you can whisper to each other and the sound will travel through the bench. :)</div>
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Pierce's Woods and Lake</h4>
Leaving the elegant blooms of the Flower Walk, the path leads you to Pierce's Woods and Lake. Subdued elegance after the showy blooms, but a majestic forest and tiger-lily edged lake features trees, some of which are part of the original 18th Century arboretum.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">I just love this view. It seems so natural, yet it has been so cleverly and beautifully laid out. There is symmetry with the two extending branches reaching in, the back curve of trees contrasting with the perpendicular curve of the path going into the trees. The symmetry is balanced with a gorgeous, low-hanging bush creating a slightly off-center focal point. </span><br />
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Beautiful canopy of Pennsylvania forest. The effect of dappled light from an overcast day coming through the trees makes this feel like an enchanted forest.<br />
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The tiny people on the bridge gives you a sense of the scale of these trees. Having lived in Mexico and then Texas for most of my adult life where short trees are the norm, I am always stunned at the beauty of truly tall, majestic old trees. Strangely enough, tall trees are one of the things I miss most. If you live in a place with abundant rainfall and temperate climate, take a moment to savor the beauty of the trees around you. :)</div>
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While this end of the garden seems more like a beautifully landscaped park, Mr. du Pont didn't forget to give us a show-stopping feature even in this subdued end of the garden.<br />
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This, my friends, is a proper Italian water garden. If you don't know exactly what that is, I highly recommend watching Monty Don's Italian Gardens. (I could not find a DVD version available in the U.S., but you can currently watch all four episodes on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIFAmOovv80" target="_blank">YouTube</a>.) du Pont's Italian garden is quite small, and coming at the end of the very naturalistic landscape of the park, it does strike me as slightly out of place. But I enjoyed discovering all of the features, like the little gargoyles along the edges and the elegant, curved cascade of water steps.<br />
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Leaving the arboretum, the path curves back toward the main gardens. It takes you down a corridor of majestic Cypress. I have never been to Longwood during the fall when the leaves are changing, but I have seen pictures and it is stunning.<br />
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Even in summer, however, when the leaves are dark green, it feels as though you are walking through a verdant cathedral.<br />
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A patio to sit and enjoy the view of lawns, edged by the Cypress on one side and the Flower Walk on the other.<br />
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These elephant ears were huge! See my mom's head helps to demonstrate the scale. ;)<br />
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The Rose Garden and Topiary</h4>
Although there is much more to see in the west gardens, our path is bringing us round toward the main entrance. First, there is a romantic patio with climbing roses and wisteria arch, which were past bloom. The path takes you through several smaller gardens, such as the peony garden which I have yet to see in bloom.<br />
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Longwood's Rose garden, though fairly simple in design, had such robust, healthy blooms when I was there (kind of sounding like a theme, isn't it?). So many times I am disappointed by rose gardens. Of course, I know that "to everything there is a season" and certainly roses are not long-lasting blooms. But it is rare to see such full, healthy blooms over the entire rose garden.<br />
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Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-6846917455025761042013-10-29T20:47:00.000-05:002013-10-29T20:47:06.236-05:00Pride and Prejudice Discussion: Chapter 19-24These chapters make me feel so sad. Jane is such a sweetheart, and to see her suffering--especially so patiently--is just heartbreaking. Elizabeth's anger is quite cathartic for me. She expresses what I feel....disbelief, then wanting to slap Bingley upside the head. :)<br />
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<i>And much as she had always been disposed to like him, [Elizabeth] could not think without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution, which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of their inclinations. </i>(Ch. 24)<br />
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Jane is, however, the yin to Elizabeth's yang (or yang to her yin??? I never get these straight); I think many readers (especially modern ones?) find Jane somehow morally weak or unlikable because she doesn't get angry at Bingley or because she doesn't want to blame him. I don't. I find her "sweetness" truly "angelic" , and like Elizabeth, it makes me love her more. I love how she always assumes the best in people.What strikes me is that both Jane's way of responding to hurt--assuming the best in the other person, assuming that she was the only one that misread the situation--is as much a coping device as Elizabeth's response of feeling angry, looking to assign blame someone, spending hours thinking about it and trying to figure out <i>why </i>it happened:<br />
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<i>"It was a subject, in short, on which reflection would be long indulged, and must be unavailing. She could think of nothing else; and yet, whether Bingley's regard had really died away, or were suppressed by his friends' interference; whether he had been aware of Jane's attachment, or whether it had escaped his observation; whichever were the case, though her opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference, her sister's situation remained the same, her peace equally wounded." </i>(Ch. 24)<br />
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There is wisdom in both, I think. Sometimes it is unhealthy to bury our feelings and not acknowledge when we feel angry or hurt; on the other hand, dwelling on it can lead to bitterness, as Jane wisely points out:<br />
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<i>"My dear Lizzy, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will ruin your happiness." </i><br />
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I am definitely inclined to react like Lizzy in similar situations. I get frustrated and angry, start to analyze the situation to figure out whose to blame. It gives me a kind of satisfaction, a way to deal with the feelings. On the other hand, my husband definitely has Jane tendencies. :-) He is quick to assume the best of others and is more likely to say that the problem was caused by him misunderstanding the situation. He also will be quick to tell me, "My dear Lynnelle, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will ruin your happiness."<br />
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And then when I logically and clearly argue that I am exactly right in my assessment of the situation...<br />
"To oblige you, I would try to believe almost anything, but no one else could be benefited by such a belief as this; for were I persuaded that Charlotte had any regard for him, I should only think worse of her understanding than I now do of her heart. My dear Parke, Mr. Collins is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man: you know he is, as well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who marries him cannot have a proper way of thinking. You shall not defend her, though it is Charlotte Lucas. You shall not, for the sake of one individual, change the meaning of principle and integrity, nor endeavour to persuade yourself or me that selfishness is prudence, and insensibility of danger security for happiness."<br />
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He tells me,<br />
"I must think your language too strong in speaking of both,...and I hope you will be convinced of it by seeing them happy together."<br />
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An then usually, we are better off just changing the topic of conversation: "but enough of this...."<br />
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Ha, so of course we've never had a conversation exactly like this! We don't typically quote long passages of Austen to each other. :-) But in a different context, with different words, these characters and situations really to play out in our lives. This is part of Jane Austen's genius and why so many of us love her novels. As she enthusiastically exclaims in Northanger Abbey,<br />
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Anyway, back to Jane & Lizzy/ yin & yang. I love this line too:<br />
Jane: <i>Woman fancy admiration means more than it does.</i><br />
Lizzy: <i>And men take care that they should.</i><br />
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And this one...<br />
<i>but without scheming to do wrong, or to make others unhappy, there may be error, and there may be misery. Thoughtlessness, want of attention to other people's feelings, and want of resolution, will do the business.</i><br />
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That one really hits home for me in a serious way. I feel that I have probably hurt people, not because I intended to, but through "thoughtlessness" and lack of attention to their feelings. :(<br />
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There's a reason that an entire genre of relationship books based on Jane Austen exists--the "everything you need to know about love, you can learn from Jane Austen" category. :-) <br />
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Besides their reactions to hurt, Jane and Lizzy's experiences of love & courtship in this novel are a kind of yin and yang as well. That's all I'll say about that, so I don't get a head of myself. :) In the end, I think that we need both Janes & Lizzys in this world for balance and sanity. I really like the in-depth exploration of the close relationship between the two sisters.<br />
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I could comment on so much more....Mr. Collins proposal, Charlotte and her choices....but I will leave that for all of you to discuss. I'm looking forward to reading your comments. I apologize that I am slow to respond to your comments sometimes. I certainly do understand that life is busy. :) And please don't feel bad if you are not able to comment in the week that I post the discussion. Please feel free to go back and comment or discuss on any previous post.<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-42295045485106853022013-10-25T12:46:00.000-05:002013-10-25T14:47:22.647-05:00What would Elizabeth and Emma think of each other?I've had this crazy thought for a year or two now. I know it's entering into the realm of Austen fanfiction (which is not normally my thing), but...<br />
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<b>What would Jane Austen's heroines think of each other?</b><br />
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Would they like each other? Would they get along? Who would be better friends with whom?<br />
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Elizabeth Bennet<br />
Marianne Dashwood<br />
Elinor Dashwood<br />
Fanny Price<br />
Catherine Morland<br />
Emma Woodhouse<br />
Anne Elliot<br />
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For those of you who have read all the books (or seen all the movies---though it doesn't count if you've seen <i>Mansfield Park</i> but not read the book! I've never seen a movie Fanny Price that was anything like Austen's Fanny Price!), what do you think?<br />
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I've always thought that Austen's heros would pretty much get along. They all seem to be cut from the same cloth (although Henry Tilney might be slightly annoying to Darcy just a little bit, if he got into one of his "moods"). But the female characters seem so strikingly different in some ways, that I'm not sure.<br />
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For the sake of this question, I'm going to assume we're talking about the characters more at the beginning of their stories rather than the end. Here's my two cents:<br />
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While I don't think they would completely dislike each other,<b> I don't see Emma and Elizabeth becoming fast friends. </b>I think Elizabeth might be slightly annoying to Emma. I'm not sure why. Maybe not--since Emma does get annoyed at reserved people, and Elizabeth certainly isn't reserved.<br />
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On the other hand,<b> I think Elinor Dashwood and Anne Elliot would be great friends.</b> :) I think Elizabeth and Anne would really appreciate each other as well. Elizabeth's close relationship with such a sweet, kind person as Jane makes me think she would really like Anne as well. I think Anne would appreciate Elizabeth's liveliness. But then again, who would the sweet Anne Elliot <i>not</i> like (on this list, of course)??<br />
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The end-of-novel <b>Fanny Price would be a great mentor to Catherine Morland.</b> Of course, so would everyone on the list except for Marianne Dashwood. Ok, and Emma too. Emma would not be a very influence on Catherine. She has too much of the wild imagination in her.<b> I think Catherine and Marianne would be good friends</b>--or at least good enough to enthrall each other with stories of romantic attachments.<br />
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This has become an especially interesting question to me now with the modern adaptations that <a href="http://www.pemberleydigital.com/" target="_blank">Pemberley Digital</a> has done and is currently doing. They've essentially created a model where all of their JA stories are happening "in world." So, for example, Emma in <a href="http://www.emmaapproved.com/" target="_blank">Emma Approved</a> uses software that Darcy's company, Pemberley Digital, created. Emma, <a href="http://www.lizziebennet.com/" target="_blank">Lizzie</a>, Jane and all of the other PD characters are living in the same world and theoretically could meet and know each other.<br />
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There are a lot more pairings I could discuss, but I want to hear what you think. Do you agree or disagree with my assessments? What do you think about the other possible pairings? Who would be especially good friends? Who might find the other person uninteresting or annoying?<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-79920600906299221582013-10-22T10:38:00.002-05:002013-10-22T11:56:06.059-05:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion, Chapters 13-18Pride...<br />
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It struck me while reading this week, that over the course of the opening chapters, besides seeing that different characters demonstrate different levels and kinds of pride in their actions, there is a string of characters who give their opinions on pride in conversation. I wanted to gather these in one place. These perspectives all seem to be focusing on the question that Jessica pointed out in the first discussion post: Is pride ever appropriate?<br />
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<b>Mary:</b> (she actually doesn't really give an opinion on pride; rather she defines it for us)<br />
"Pride, observed Mary...is a very common failing I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonimously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us." Ch. 5<br />
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<b>Charlotte</b><br />
"His pride...does not offend <i>me </i>so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favor, should think highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a <i>right </i>to be proud." Ch. 5<br />
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<b>Darcy</b><br />
"Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride--where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation." Ch. 11<br />
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<b>Elizabeth</b><br />
"How strange.... how abominable! -- I wonder that the very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you! -- If from no better motive, that he should not have been too proud to be dishonest--for dishonesty I must call it." Ch. 16<br />
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<b>Wickham</b><br />
"...almost all his actions may be traced to pride;--and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling....<br />
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It has often led him to be liberal and generous,--to give his money freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants, and relieve the poor. Family pride, and <i>filial </i>pride, for he is very proud of what his father was, have done this. Not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a powerful motive. He has also <i>brotherly </i>pride, which with <i>some </i>brotherly affection, makes him a very kind and careful guardian of his sister; and you will hear him generally cried up as the most attentive and best of brothers." Ch. 16<br />
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Surprisingly, most of these characters are answering the question--is pride ever appropriate?--in their conversations with a resounding 'yes' (Elizabeth is less resounding, but she admits the possibility of it).What I am wondering now, is that in terms of how the story plays out, are there any examples of pride being appropriate. In other words, these characters are <u>talking </u>about pride being ok in certain instances, but when it comes down to their own actions, or someone else's, do they ever in that moment judge that pride to be appropriate? So far, I haven't seen examples where a character judged another person's pride to be appropriate when it is directly affecting him or her. But perhaps I am missing something?<br />
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In <b>Charlotte</b>'s case, she is fine with Darcy's pride because it didn't actually affect her personally. Elizabeth, however, is not fine with it, as she honestly admits: "I could easily forgive <i>his</i> pride, if he had not mortified <i>mine</i>." Ch. 5<br />
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<b>Darcy</b> has yet to be personally affected, either positively or negatively, by someone else's pride.<br />
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<b>Elizabeth</b>, for the most part, has disapproved of pride in others (Darcy, Caroline, Mr. Collins); however, she admits the possibility of a case where Darcy's pride might be appropriate (above) and she also does not take her own pride very seriously. She turns it into a joke. In her conversation with Wickham, her knowledge of Darcy's pride now makes his actions toward Wickham surprising and inconsistent. Even without doubting the truth of Wickham's story, she points out this inconsistency, which is a great tribute to her intelligence. Of course, her prejudice against him allows her to be satisfied with no clearer explanation of his motives.<br />
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<b>Wickham </b>tells us that Darcy's pride is the only motivating factor in his life. Everything good that Darcy does is because of his pride. Wickham appears to be giving proof that, indeed, Darcy's pride is appropriate, or has at least led to proper behavior. Darcy's unjust behavior toward Wickham is due to "stronger impulses even than pride." I guess Wickham is hinting that jealousy was the stronger impulse, though he never explains that fully. At this point, we've just met Wickham, so we have no idea how he would respond when his pride is hurt.<br />
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For someone like Elizabeth, who considers herself to be a good judge of character, it is interesting to see how much she bases her analysis of people on first impressions. Because Darcy insulted her and his manners are not as charming and inviting as Wickham, she dislikes him. But she has no qualms about believing Wickham's story, even claiming that he gives her all the "facts." In reality, Wickham's story has very few concrete facts when it comes to the details of how and why Darcy denied him the living. And if Darcy really did completely ignore his father's wishes and refuse to give Wickham this living, as Elizabeth notes, the only way to describe this is dishonesty. But up to this point, if there's anything we've learned about Darcy (besides his pride), is if there is one thing he abominates, it is dishonesty. Darcy is painfully honest---to the point of insulting all of his new neighbors as well as his best friend! If Darcy has a fault, it can't be dishonesty....unless Austen has been tricking us this whole time about Darcy's character. Although we are supposed to see things through Elizabeth's perspective much of the time, I think Austen wants us to see, at this point, that something doesn't jive with Wickham's story.<br />
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Getting back to the topic of pride, I think that Austen is going to show us that none of the characters who claim that pride is sometimes appropriate will, in reality, approve of that pride when they are personally affected by it in someone else. We are quick to defend our own faults as not so bad (Darcy saying that pride will always be "under good regulation" or Elizabeth quipping about Darcy offending her pride--she is making a joke, but is not really seriously considering the fact that her pride may be coloring her judgement about the people around her), but when we see those same faults in others, it is very easy to condemn them and much more difficult to forgive.<br />
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With Mr. Collins, Austen illustrates another facet of pride: ridiculously foolish pride. Mr. Collins, as a comic character, is just brilliant. He definitely gives Mrs. Bennet a run for her money. :) Here we have the extreme example of what Darcy accuses Bingley of in chapter 10: the "appearance of humility". Except Mr. Collins' false humility is so obvious that no one (except Mrs. Bennet and her sister Mrs. Phillips) is deceived by it. <br />
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Finally, a few thoughts on the Netherfield Ball. Poor Elizabeth! I love the line at the end of Chapter 18: "To Elizabeth it appeared, that had her family made an agreement to expose themselves as much as they could during the evening, it would have been impossible for them to play their parts with more spirit." However, I think her perception of her family's embarrassing behavior has actually been exacerbated by her increasing attraction to Darcy. Yes, I know, I'm going out on a limb here. :) She can't stand him, of course. But clearly his opinion about her matters to her. If you don't care about someone, you won't really care what they think of you. (For example, Mr. Collins. Elizabeth could care less what he thinks of her). I think that Emily was definitely on to something in her comments on last week's post. Here is where I think we see Elizabeth's attraction to him especially clear. With Wickham not there, she is focused on Darcy almost immediately (though it is anger, not a more positive feeling). When he asks her to dance, she is flustered and doesn't know what to say. (She is fully able to say no to Mr. Collins later on and she was fully able to say no to Darcy's asking her to dance at the Lucases and at Netherfield before.) When she can't talk Mr. Collins out of introducing himself to Mr. Darcy, she watches the whole conversation feeling mortified: "It vexed her to see him [Mr. Collins] expose himself to such a man." Why was she vexed, when she used to always laugh at Mr. Collins' foolish behavior? She can't stop watching Darcy during dinner, and indeed, during the rest of the evening! Every silly, foolish thing that her family does, she views from his perspective and how it will affect his opinion of her: "Elizabeth blushed and blushed again with shame and vexation. She could not help frequently glancing her eye at Mr. Darcy, though every glance convinced her of what she dreaded." After Mary sings, Elizabeth again looks "at Darcy, who continued however impenetrably grave." I think that later on in the evening when the narrator says "she was at least free from the offence of Mr. Darcy's farther notice; though often standing within a very short distance of her quite disengaged, he never came near enough to speak," I don't doubt that Elizabeth is "rejoicing"--however, I also find it ironic that the entire time she is "rejoicing" that she is "free" from him, she seems to be more aware of him than ever, watching his every move. This is chemistry and sexual tension every bit as compelling as Jane Eyre's and Mr. Rochester's. ;-) Before Mr. Darcy, I think Elizabeth would have laughed and been amused at her family's foolish behavior as much as Mr. Bennet continues to. She even boasted about that to Mr. Darcy at Netherfield. But now, she cannot laugh at all. <br />
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Thanks for your comments, everyone! I am a little late responding to your comments from last week's post, but I'm going to do that in the next day or two.<br />
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Also, if any of you would like to do a guest post to start off our conversation, I would love that. Just let me know in the comments! I will be at a conference in Boston November 5-11, so if someone would like to take the post for November 11th (or 12th...I won't judge since I've been late twice in a row now ;-), that would be super helpful. That week we will be discussing Chapters 31-36, and those are some good ones!!<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-46756184311354653212013-10-18T16:21:00.001-05:002013-10-18T16:21:49.711-05:00Travel: Longwood Gardens, Part 1Sometimes it's easy to overlook what is in your own backyard. So today, I'd like to tell you about mine. Ok, not <i>literally </i>my backyard (I wish!!), but one about an hour or so from where I grew up.<br />
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If you're ever traveling in South Central Pennsylvania, in between the bucolic farmland of Lancaster County and the historic landmarks of Philadelphia, you'll find one of the most beautiful gardens in North America: <b><a href="http://longwoodgardens.org/" target="_blank">Longwood Gardens</a></b></div>
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Besides its beauty, it has historical significance as one of the oldest arboretums in North America (begun in 1798), a world-renowned display garden and horticultural education program, vibrant public arts, theater and musical performances, and a commitment to both innovative and sustainable environmental practices.<br />
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In 1906, Pierre S. du Pont, a U.S. wealthy industrialist and philanthropist with a keen interest in horticulture and sustainable agricultural methods, bought the arboretum to preserve its trees from being torn down. He ended up transforming the land into a magnificent set of private gardens with strong Italian and French influences. In the 1940s the gardens became a separate non-profit organization and du Pont set up a system that would keep the gardens open to the public and provide for the long-term financial and horticultural success of the land.<br />
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Frankly, if you love gardens, Longwood is pure magic. Thanks to the fertile soil, temperate climate, abundant rainfall of the Chester County Valley, and the excellent horticultural practices of the gardeners at Longwood, a plant there is not <i>just </i>a plant, but the healthiest, most vigorous and beautiful specimen of that plant you've ever seen.<br />
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I try to visit as often as I can when I am home. Several years ago, I gave my mom an annual membership to the gardens for Christmas (which is a fabulous deal if you live close enough to visit regularly), and she has renewed it almost every year since. It's one of our favorite mother/daughter activities.<br />
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Every season has its charms. Though pictures do not do justice to the beauty of this place, I hope that I can tempt you to make the effort to visit.<br />
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The most striking feature of the garden is a massive glass conservatory that overlooks the gardens. I think it covers something like four acres. You will first enter two large, central exhibition halls. The plantings in these halls are changed seasonally.<br />
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Off the central exhibit halls, there are long corridors with smaller, distinct rooms that feature plants from various climate zones, such as Mediterranean, desert, temperate and tropical, as well as rooms which feature various families of plants, like orchids, bromeliads, roses and even an incredible collection of Bonsai, that include some over 100 years old.<br />
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If you've walked the half-mile path through the Conservatory, and you still have energy for the outdoor gardens, there is plenty more to see. Fortunately today's virtual tour will be sore-foot-free! :)<br />
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Main Fountain Garden</h4>
Standing on the terrace of the Conservatory, you will get a fabulous view of the Main Fountain Garden. This large, formal water garden, built in the style of Italian and French Renaissance water gardens, definitely impresses most when the fountains are on.<br />
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It's difficult to get a shot of the entire garden without a wide lens camera. The picture above represents about three quarters of it. Essentially, the Rococo arches form a backdrop for an expansive green lawn divided into symmetrical geometric patterns created by formal boxwood borders and elegant fountains. Unfortunately, they don't seem to have the fountains on very often. This past July was the first time I had ever seen a fountain show and it was spectacular. However, I believe I saw signs indicating renovation and restoration work was going on, so it may be that once they have completed work on these fountains, they will be able to display them more often.<br />
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Descending from the Conservatory terrace to the main garden level, follow an avenue of beautifully clipped maple trees to the gardens beyond.<br />
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Taking a right off of this avenue, you will come to the Idea Garden<br />
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This gardens consists of rectangular and square beds with plantings that change every year. Usually, the beds present ordinary plants in creative or interesting ways. For instance, this year they created incredible formalized plantings with coleus, begonias, impatiens and other plants more typically used in containers and front yards.<br />
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Although I probably wouldn't plant my front yard like this, I absolutely loved this display--particularly how they created lovely pattern, texture and color with unexpected plantings.<br />
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Vegetable Garden</h4>
From the Idea Garden, looking back towards the Conservatory, you will see the Longwood Vegetable Garden. Not only do they grow vegetables, fruits and herbs for their restaurant here, but it's a great example of a utilitarian space planted in a way that is also aesthetically pleasing.<br />
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On your way back toward the avenue of maples, there is a traditional mixed border garden.<br />
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While some of the earlier spring flowers like the peonies were faded, the mounds of phloxes, lilies, black-eyed Susan's, and a bunch of other flowers I don't remember the names of, were a lovely informal and slightly messier, let-your-hair-down contrast to the geometric beds in the Idea Garden.<br />
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Chimes Tower</h4>
Back to the avenue, now beyond the Main Fountain Garden, the path gently curves though lovely rhododendron, gradually descending, giving you glimpses of an ivy-covered, stone turret.<br />
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Suddenly, the view opens up to a lush, romantic vision of a stone tower nearly hidden and reflected in a lovely pool. Unfortunately, there is no ruined castle to explore, but the Chimes Tower Garden, which you can climb, gives lovely views across the garden.<br />
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I like the lines of these very tall-stemmed yellow day lilies contrasting with the evergreens behind them and the stone wall and tiny blue flowers in front of them. I love how lush and full these plantings are. But mostly I just love all of the green--the bright vibrant greens contrasting with the grey-greens and blue-greens. I really, really miss green. (Texas is not green. At least not like this.)<br />
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Well, I think that perhaps we'd better take a break with this garden tour. This post is getting a little long and there is still so much more to see. :) We've seen some highlights from the west side of the garden, so we will explore the east side next time.<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-82934947020012481572013-10-15T14:02:00.001-05:002013-10-15T14:02:06.471-05:00Pride & Prejudice Discussion: Chapters 7-12Thank you all for last week's posts. I loved reading your comments and was really struck by so many things you all said. If you'd like to add to last week's comments, feel free to continue doing so. And if you didn't join in last week's discussion but would like to join now, feel free to jump in.<br />
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Sorry that this week's post is a day late! Just giving you a little extra time to read. ;-) The conversations in Chapters 10 and 11 between Bingley, Darcy, and Elizabeth are some of my favorite passages, not just in <i>Pride and Prejudice, </i>but out of all the JA novels. So my contribution to the discussion will mostly focus on these two sections.<br />
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As always, feel free to comment on any part of this week's reading.<br />
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Though the conversations in Chapters 10 and 11 have always been some of my favorite passages, they have also been some of the hardest for me to understand. Reading David Shapard's <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Annotated-Pride-Prejudice-Jane-Austen/dp/0307278107" target="_blank">Annotated Pride and Prejudice</a></i> has been <u>really</u> helpful for me, so I am going to be borrowing a bit of his insights this week.<br />
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In <i>Persuasion</i>, the character, Anne, says, "<i>my idea of good company...is the company of clever, well-informed people, who have a great deal of conversation</i>" (Ch. 16). And earlier in Chapter 6 of P&P, when Kitty and Lydia persuade everyone to start dancing, "<i>Mr. Darcy stood near in silent indignation at such a mode of passing the evening, to the exclusion of all conversation</i>." My point here is that being a good conversationalist seems to be an important skill to Austen and one that, I think, marks a character as one to be admired (or at least, all of the admirable characters share the trait of being good conversationalists).<br />
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But first, how not to to do it: In the beginning of Chapter 10, Caroline Bingley trying to talk to Mr. Darcy while he is writing a letter is so funny. She reminds me of a five-year-old trying to talk to a parent who is occupied with something else. Darcy's short, cryptic replies show that he is clearly not impressed with her flattery.<br />
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However, I love that as soon as Elizabeth joins the conversation, Darcy immediately jumps in, forgetting about his letter. :-) What strikes me here is that at first Elizabeth and Darcy both point out to Bingley that his excuse for not taking the time to write his letters carefully is not exactly admirable. In other words, they actually agree with each other at the start! They share a mental sharpness and ability to analyze and judge people's actions and words. But they do it in very different ways. Elizabeth uses gentle humor with a touch of sarcasm: "<i>Your humility, Mr. Bingley...must disarm reproof</i>," whereas Darcy charges in and directly criticizes him: "<i>Nothing is more deceitful...than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.</i>" (There goes Mr. Darcy again, talking about 'deceitfulness.' In his mind, honesty trumps being socially agreeable).<br />
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The other thing that strikes me is how strongly and thoroughly Darcy criticizes Bingley! He really has no qualms about calling him out for his faults. Shapard writes, "The sharpness of Darcy's criticism of Bingley, who is his best friend and has done nothing to provoke him, both illuminates Darcy's character and provides a fitting introduction to an exchange in which he will argue for not accommodating others too much, including friends" (p. 95)<br />
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Bingley's responses throughout the conversation also demonstrate the kind of person he is. He deflects the criticism with mostly light-hearted responses: "<i>Nay...this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning.</i>" Yet he does stick to his guns, so to speak, ("<i>And yet, upon my honour, I believed what I said of myself to be true....At least therefore, I did not assume the character of needless precipitance merely to shew off before the ladies</i>"), but he doesn't really argue his position. He lets Elizabeth do that for him. This of course is what attracts Darcy so much to Elizabeth. She will dig in her heels and argue her point rather than try to flatter him.<br />
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Bingley finally gets tired of the debate and tries to end it with a joke. I have been puzzling over this line for years, and even with Shapard's notes, I'm still not sure I get exactly why Darcy feels "rather offended." Bingley says, "<i>I declare I do not know a more aweful object than Darcy, on particular occasions, and in particular places; at his own house especially, and of a Sunday evening when he has nothing to do</i>."<br />
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Do you all have any ideas?? Here is Shapard's comment:<br />
"Darcy could be particularly bereft of something to do on a Sunday evening because of the prevailing rules of Sabbath observance. For centuries there had been laws against many activities on Sunday, though they were not always strongly enforced. Starting in the 1780s a movement had arisen that attempted, both by pressuring the government and swaying public opinion, to restrict more vigorously Dunday working, traveling, and entertainment, including drinking, cards and music and dance. While the campaign never achieved complete success, most observers of the time reported a strong atmosphere or sibriety and restraint, which some condemned as dullness, on English Sundays. Darcy's scrupulous standards would probably make him particularly inclined to observe such strictures." (p. 95)<br />
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Is Bingley saying, I only pay attention to Darcy because he's so tall? Because he is so "dreadful, imposing, tending to inspire awe" (Shapard 95), especially on Sunday afternoons when he won't let me dance, drink or play cards? And why is this "an indignity" to Darcy? Is it Bingley making fun of Darcy for being too serious? I feel like he's making a joke that I don't get. Like when people make references to movies I've never seen and I have no clue what they are talking about. :) Anyway, if you have any ideas about this, please share!<br />
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In Chapter 11, Elizabeth's comment to Caroline, I find very ironic: "<i>We can all plague and punish one another. Teaze him--laugh at him.--Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done</i>." Caroline is horrified at the thought of punishing Darcy by laughing at him or teasing him....except that ironically, all of her attempts to flatter him <u>are</u> actually annoying to him! In the beginning of Chapter 12, we learn that Darcy feels Elizabeth "<i>attracted him more than he liked--and Miss Bingley was uncivil to her, and more teazing than usual to himself</i>." Shapard glosses the word "teazing" in this quote as meaning "irritating"--which, if this is an accurate gloss, certainly changes how I understand this statement. Previously I had thought this meant that Darcy simply recognizes that Caroline likes him, but that he didn't necessarily view it as a negative thing. However, if "teasing" means something closer to "irritating", then this indicates a more negative judgement of her (which makes me happy--I don't like the idea of him accepting her teasing or viewing it as a positive, or even neutral thing, just because she is his best friend's sister, while at the same time liking Elizabeth). It also makes sense in light of his comments to her at the end of Chapter 8: "'<i>Undoubtedly...there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable.' Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to continue the subject.</i>" Ha, gulp. Darcy certainly knows how to give a few zingers when he wants to. He also seems to be able to give the ironic, slightly sarcastic replies that remind me of Elizabeth or Mr. Bennet. In the letter writing episode he tells her, "<i>Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? --At present I have not room to do them justice.</i>" I seriously doubt he has any real intentions of communicating her "raptures" in any of his letters. :) Shapard points out here that "the caustic sarcasm of this statement...suggests a side of Darcy that will enable him to appreciate and value Elizabeth's wit and her skill at bantering" (p. 91). I love that thought!<br />
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Michelle, your comment last week about Austen alternating between sarcasm and serious, poignant tone was excellent. The characters actually discuss this issue. Elizabeth says that "<i>not to be laughed at...is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me....I dearly love to laugh</i>. Darcy responds disapprovingly that "t<i>he wisest and the best of men...may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.</i>" Elizabeth's response is classic Austen: "<i>there are such people, but I hope I am not one of them.I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.</i>" I like what Shapard says about this passage:<br />
"The ensuing exchange....illuminates an important theme in the novel, which contains both characters who err by taking themselves too seriously and ones who err by allowing their love of a joke to make them neglect serious matters (Mr. Bennet and Lydia are both, in different ways, examples of the latter). Darcy at times commits the first error and Elizabeth the second. [I'm not sure I completely agree with him that Elizabeth does "commit the second"] (p.109). Shapard goes on to note exactly what you pointed out last week, Michelle: "This issue also has particular resonance for Jane Austen, who displays throughout her novels the same love of laughing at follies and nonsense that Elizabeth avows here, while also engaging with profound moral issues" (109).<br />
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To kind of sum up, several things strike me in this reading:<br />
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-Despite the very great personality differences between Elizabeth and Darcy, I love the subtle clues that reveal similarities between them.<br />
-I love how both Darcy, Elizabeth and Bingley are always overtly or implicitly putting Caroline down. She just tries too hard.<br />
-I love the conversations, both the banter and the serious discussions about the strengths and weaknesses of characters, the moral implications of when to yield to persuasion, how to deal with flaws in other people and the nature of pride and vanity.<br />
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There is SO much more to be said about these chapters; I can't wait to hear your thoughts. :)<br />
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<br />Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-32221569855485912972013-10-10T23:45:00.000-05:002013-10-10T23:45:00.724-05:00P&P Discussion Reminder and a New Emma AdaptationJust a couple of quick thoughts for today.....<br />
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First, it's not too late to join us in our <i>Pride and Prejudice</i> Reading. The discussion post for Chapters 1-6 is <a href="http://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2013/10/pride-prejudice-chapters-1-6-discussion.html" target="_blank">here</a>, if you'd like to check out the latest. I'm really enjoying our discussion so far! Next Monday, October 14, I will post a discussion for Chapters 7-12.<br />
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Second, a week or two ago, I posted a few thoughts on <i>Emma </i>and what I think is one of the greatest strengths of that novel (and Austen, in general). I'm not sure how successful I was in communicating what I was thinking. :( Fortunately, a stumbled across an article in the Journal <i>Persuasions Online</i> that says it SO much better than I did:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i>"The plot of this novel is a tribute to everyday life, to the extraordinary richness of the world that is to be found in our very own neighborhoods, to the enormous potential for happiness that can be fulfilled by going no farther than right next door. I think one reason so many of us love this novel is that it celebrates the high possibilities, the real thrills, the enthusiastic creativity and even the 'perfect happiness' to be found in the small worlds of ordinary life in which almost all of us live."</i></span><br />
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And speaking of Emma.... This week the first two installments of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeeXkf8LZ_8" target="_blank">Pemberley Digital's Youtube adaptation of </a><i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeeXkf8LZ_8" target="_blank">Emma</a>,</i> called, <i><a href="http://www.emmaapproved.com/" target="_blank">Emma Approved</a>, </i>has come out. I am really excited about this. I was very impressed with <a href="http://www.lizziebennet.com/" target="_blank">The Lizzie Bennet Diaries</a> and am looking forward to seeing how Emma Approved takes shape. Whether I "agreed" or "disagreed" with the particular changes they made in adaptaing the story, I have been consistently impressed with their thoughtfulness. Every aspect of the adaptation is clearly carefully considered. You will have to let me know what you think. I am cautiously optimistic, though reserving judgment until I see more. :)<br />
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That's all for today! I hope you have a lovely fall day. :)<br />
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Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-33830889255106198392013-10-07T14:34:00.001-05:002013-10-07T14:34:01.598-05:00Pride & Prejudice, Chapters 1-6, Discussion PostOk, so what did you all think??<br />
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I can't wait to read your comments and observations!<br />
[Remember, if you are unable to get your comments to post, please just email them to me through the contact form at the bottom of the blog and I will post them for you. Also, you should be able to reply to each other's comments. If you have trouble doing that, let me know.]<br />
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In the first six chapters, Austen introduces us to most of the principle characters of the book and initiates the principle conflict between two major characters: Elizabeth and Darcy.<br />
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<u>The Characters</u><br />
We are introduced to three families--or groups of people that are nearly family--whose status, actions, and interactions with one another will be the catalysts for much of the plot development in the story.<br />
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<b>The Bennets</b><br />
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<li>Land-owning country gentleman's family. Before the Bingleys arrive, they are the wealthiest family in the small social circle of rural Meryton.</li>
<li>We find out later his income is 2000 pounds a year.</li>
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<b>The Bingleys/Darcys</b> (They are not all blood-related, but in terms of how they act and are initially presented, they are essentially one family).<br />
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<li>They are the wealthiest, by far. Bingley makes 4000 pounds a year, Darcy 10,000 a year.</li>
<li>Bingley's family only arrived at "fashionable" status a generation or two ago since his father acquired the family wealth through trade.</li>
<li>Darcy's family, as will be revealed later, has been very wealthy for many generations, and through his mother's side he is related to an Earl, the second highest title in England.</li>
<li>They are originally from northern England. Meryton is in Hertfordshire, in southern England.</li>
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<b>The Lucases</b><br />
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<li>Sir William Lucas is a Knight, so they are the only titled family in the Meryton area. He has the lowest title of the English social classes, granted by the King for general public service. This title is not transferable -- Sir William's oldest son will not be the next "Sir William." </li>
<li>No particular wealth or land is attached to this honor, but it motivates Sir William to step up the social ladder by buying a country estate. </li>
<li>It appears that they are less well off financially than the Bennets.</li>
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For more info, see this<a href="http://janeaustensworld.wordpress.com/2008/01/20/social-classes-in-england-1814/" target="_blank"> interesting chart </a>about the distribution of social classes in 1814 England.<br />
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While there is some major individual change and growth for some characters, Austen writes a story that is also about a society and community. The individual growth takes place in (and because of) the social space.<br />
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<u>The Conflict</u><br />
Both Elizabeth and Darcy form negative first impressions about each other the evening that they first meet, which sets up the central conflict of the novel. Soon after they meet, Mr. Darcy revises his opinion of her but Elizabeth doesn't know this. So for the first half of the novel, we have two very clever people who think they know & understand the other person's character and opinions, completely in the dark about each other.<br />
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I think what especially strikes me reading this time around, is how much their community (and as a result, the plot) revolves around gossip and eavesdropping! The event which instigates all of the action is itself a piece of gossip:<br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "<b>have you heard </b>that Netherfield Park is let at last?"</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">"But it is," returned she; "for<b> Mrs. Long</b> has just been here, and she <b>told me all about it</b>."</span></i><br />
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And I love all of the build-up to the first dance:<br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><b>Lady Lucas</b> quieted her fears a little <b>by starting the idea</b> of his being gone to London only to get a large party for the ball; and a <b>report soon followed</b>, that Mr. Bingley was <b>to bring twelve ladies and seven gentlemen </b>with him to the assembly. The girls grieved over such a number of ladies, but were comforted the day before the ball <b>by hearing that</b> <b>instead of twelve he had brought only six </b>with him from London -- his five sisters and a cousin. And when the party entered the assembly room<b> it consisted of only five altogether </b>-- Mr. Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and another young man.</span></i><br />
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Even when all of the characters are in the same room with each other, gossip is flowing:<br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, and <b>the report, which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance</b>, of his having ten thousand a year.</span></i><br />
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Of course, we get a little bit of insight into exactly how all of this information gets passed around at a dance. Clearly, "overhearing" was quite common.<br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time <b>Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation </b>between him and Mr. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes, to press his friend to join it.</span></i><br />
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(For a very a fascinating look at what it actually was like to be at a Regency dance, see this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1yWRbyRX7Y" target="_blank">BBC documentar</a>y, where they have recreated the Netherfield Ball. You can really see how all of this gossip and eavesdropping happened. I highly recommend it.)<br />
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Overhearing can have its advantages as well. This conversation just makes me laugh:<br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;">"Oh! you mean Jane, I suppose, because he danced with her twice. To be sure that did seem as if he admired her -- <b>indeed I rather believe he did -- I heard something about it -- but I hardly know what </b>-- something about Mr. Robinson."</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">"<b>Perhaps you mean what I overheard between him and Mr. Robinson: did not I mention it to you</b>? Mr. Robinson's asking him how he liked our Meryton assemblies, and whether he did not think there were a great many pretty women in the room, and which he thought the prettiest? and his answering immediately to the last question -- 'Oh! the eldest Miss Bennet, beyond a doubt; there cannot be two opinions on that point.'"</span></i><br />
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The central conflict of the novel initiates with the most famous "overhearing" of all, as Charlotte pointedly remarks:<br />
<i><span style="color: blue;">"My overhearings were more to the purpose than yours, Eliza," said Charlotte. "Mr. Darcy is not so well worth listening to as his friend, is he?--Poor Eliza!--to be only thought just tolerable."</span></i><br />
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What a fishbowl! In a small rural village, with only a handful of landed gentry (who only associate with each other), everything they do and say is watched, overheard and reported on. What a way to live! I think my life is much more private than 19th century England. However, this does make me think of our uber-connected world, with our Twitter, Facebook,<i> etc</i>. I wonder if we are leaving an age of relative privacy and entering one that is much more open and hyper-social, perhaps more like rural 19th century England than we realize? What do you think?<br />
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Some Discussion Questions</h4>
Please consider these (and the question in the discussion above) as just suggestions and/or jumping off points. Feel free to comment on just one or two or these, all of them, none of them or to make up your own :)<br />
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1. What did you like or not like, or what really jumped out at you in the first six chapters?<br />
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Rewards of Observationhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17034910360545245581noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8329734749409535249.post-14538553501886978232013-10-01T23:10:00.002-05:002013-10-02T08:41:48.716-05:00Apples & Pears with Crème Fraîche Cinnamon Dip<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Although fall has arrived for many of you, here in Texas we are still enjoying summer (or rather, what summer should be): highs in the 80s and 90s, lows in the 60s. And although it still doesn't feel like fall, I'm certainly enjoying this pleasant weather.<br />
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So the other week when I was asked to bring a fruit salad to a friend's house for dinner, I knew I wanted to bring the classic fall fruits -- apples and pears. But life is certainly busy, and I had just a few minutes to throw this together. Rushing home from work, I ran to the grocery store, thinking I would pick up a fruit tray. And there, in the refrigerated grocery section, were all kinds of fruit trays...with strawberries, cantaloupe, watermelon, kiwi -- pretty much every possible fruit except for the ones that were actually in season!<br />
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So instead, I grabbed a bunch of apples and pears, as well as an apple pear. No, that's not a typo. :-) The grocery store really was selling a big bin of apple pears (or pear apples -- I can't remember the right order)! (I wasn't impressed with it though; it tasted mostly like a very bland apple to me.) I also threw in an orange. Because I had a plan!<br />
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Also, I chose a variety of red, yellow, and green apples and pears, because I wanted the mix of fruit to look pretty and fallish. Please ignore the fact that in the picture above I only have green apples and one pear apple (pearapple???). And a pumpkin. Which is not relevant to this recipe, but it's Fall. So I have to have a pumpkin, right? :-)<br />
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At home, I sliced the apples, pears and pearapple (papple???) and squeezed a generous amount of orange juice on them to keep them from browning. I know that some people squeeze lemon juice on these kinds of fruits to keep them from browning, but I have found that the lemon juice really increases the tartness of the fruit. I prefer using the milder orange juice because it still does the job, but is less acidic.<br />
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Next, I grabbed the half-used container of crème fraîche, left over from my <a href="http://rewardsofobservationandreflection.blogspot.com/2013/09/mini-herb-frittata-with-spinach-salad.html" target="_blank">Mini Herb Frittatas</a>. Now, you might ask, why is she using all of these expensive, fancy ingredients?<br />
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Well, my friends, first, because I happened to have it in my refrigerator. :) Second, I wanted to show you how versatile and amazing this delicious French cream is. Because it is a combination of cream and buttermilk, you can whip crème fraîche up, just like heavy cream, and you will get the same soft, fluffy consistency of whipped cream. Only it will have a delicious, nutty complexity. <br />
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Crème fraîche, on its own, is not sweet, so you will have to add sugar if you want it to be sweet, kind of like cool whip, only a million times more delicious. Third, you can actually make crème fraîche, very cheaply and easily. Now, I haven't tried this yet, though I do want to soon. I'll let you know how it compares. But if you make your own, you must plan ahead and give it several days to ferment. And in this instance, time and planning ahead were not going to happen.<br />
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Ok, so along with the crème fraîche, I threw in a tablespoon or two of sugar, a little bit of heavy cream, to give it added fluffiness and cinnamon. Then I whipped it up into a delicious dip, threw it all into containers and rushed out of the house....only 15 minutes late for dinner, rather than 30 minutes late. :-)<br />
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The apples and dip were a hit. The cinnamon and cream gave the apples just that hint of a fall dessert. Kind of like eating a healthier, deconstructed version of apple pie. If you need a light dessert for a heavy meal or an appetizer for your fall parties, this Crème Fraîche Cinnamon Dip with Apples & Pears really fits the bill.<br />
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I hope you'll give it a try!<br />
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Apples & Pears with Crème Fraîche Cinnamon Dip</h4>
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<b>Dip</b>:<br />
1 cup crème fraîche<br />
4 Tb heavy cream, optional<br />
3 Tb sugar, to taste<br />
4 tsp cinnamon, to taste<br />
Pinch of salt<br />
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<b>Fruit:</b><br />
Variety of sliced pears and apples (both tart and sweet varieties such as Granny Smith, Honey Crisp and Gala)<br />
Juice from half an orange<br />
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<b>Directions</b>:<br />
For dip, combine crème fraîche, heavy cream, sugar, cinnamon and salt. Whip ingredients with an electric mixer on high speed until soft peaks form. Taste dip and adjust ingredients to suite your taste. Add more sugar for a sweeter dip or more cinnamon, if desired. If dip is too sweet, add more crème fraîche and whip for 30 seconds more. Serve immediately or refrigerate.<br />
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Combine apples slices in a bowl and squeeze the juice from half an orange onto them to prevent browning. Mix thoroughly and serve with Crème Fraîche Cinnamon Dip.<br />
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Dessert, snack, appetizer.... it can be all of these. Plus it's fast, simple, and kinda healthy-ish (more so than apple pie, right??). If you run out of dip but still have fruit to finish up, you can always microwave a jar of caramel ice cream topping, drizzle it over the rest of the fruit....appetizer number two. :-) <br />
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