Where could he be, you tell me?
We sit here impatiently waiting for the mad hattered he.
In our finest frocks, ready to hear the news...
Those surprise lilies from years ago bloom like mad...
As I get out my finest, attempting to look as proper as the folks up above...
Hair-do in order.
Mister thought, umm, not so much.
What do boys know about hair-do's anyway, I ask you?
Hydrangea come out to play.
As we search and wonder.
Did you get your invite, what about you and you and thee?
Where could he be?
We haunt the vegetable garden, biding time...
The scent of jasmine, slowly becoming intertwined...
Pumpkin vines creep, and awaken with glee.
A baby, oh a baby!
A pumpkin babe eeeeee!
Tomatoes are greenies for a while I bet.
On evenings we roam and wonder, is it time yet?
Give us magic, give us fun!
Give us excitement, we feel bored and glum.
(well, not all the time, but a party would majorly hit the spot I'd say)
Fresh mesclun salad for din, anyone?
Radishes, oh how I love thee!
And wait, I almost tripped.
Oh my oh me!!!!
Shell safe babies all cozy, in a nest on the ground, guarded by their mommy.
Oh Mrs. Quail, stay safe and sound!!
Hollyhocks pop in, in late May...
With imperial larkspur and parsley flowers guiding the way.
Oh and, let's not forget the yellow yarrow.
Blue larkspur, dear larkspur, is it true you have powers?
Or is it the hydrangea with tricks for the day?
This blue has turned pink.
While the other hydrangea taunts in lilacs, hooray!
For blue we need acid.
Coffee grounds not enough it seems to keep the blues alive.
But all these little waffling tones, are certainly a feast for fairy eyes.
And did someone turn on the neon sign, in the poppy park?
Such wondrous little treasures, jewels straight from mother nature's heart.
One guest is here for certain.
Early, and to stay.
Miss Rhiannon Kitty, made by my dearest pal Marjorie Liucci...
Did make a journey my way.
To live in the cottage, all cozy and safe.
She's a beauty with tales and secrets to boot!
We love her so!!
She loves the garden, and sends her regards to her dear Marmee!!
Will the hatter turn up soon?
This is what I ask every day at a quarter past noon.
Will he get here in time to see the magical lilies bloom?
Grown quite like real magic I say, from a bouquet gift from a boy 14 years ago.
My so long now, where did the time go?
Plunked in the dirt with no time to put them in the bin.
There must have been some bulb particles at the bottom of those stems.
For every year since then, in spring, the magic happens again and again.
Here we wait...
You too it seems?
Just sitting, wondering, waiting.
Hey Mad Hatter!!
Do you have a day job?
Where are you?
We wanna know, we wanna know, we wanna know!!
When's the mad tea party??
Yooo hoooo, Madster???
You out there?
Where could he be, honestly?
You tell me.
ps: Based on the frocks, what year would you say that first photo is from?
I have a thought on it, wondering what you think?
And I wonder where they are?
My aunt sent me some lovely large old photos, such a treat!