sneakpeek...

Illustration by Mary Blair

I'll probably go back and change this image later, because I'm kinda funny like that, but for now, I like this little splash of color. My brain is stuck in a whorl of Walt Disney tinged by Tim Burton. I wish I had something to tell you, but my only thoughts are of things of no consequence... little tea party embellishments and frills, velour top hats, and whiskers. These are the things that make the woods woody, but they are not to be spoken of. For, like the magic of many things, they ninja vanish the instant they are discovered. They have to be noticed peripherally and if you per chance wish to photograph them, it must be in a fog or with a shaded lense, which is exactly what I intend to do. I caught wind of a gathering, and I will most certainly be there as an observer. If I find anything worth mentioning, I'll be back here to report my findings. As of now, all I know is that there will be tea and crumpets, plum jam, a couple of tweedles, and a massive, manly, march hare. Also, sweet, sweet Petunia...I mean Alice now has a proper petticoat; and I would not doubt it if all the buds on the trees burst forth to shade the event. I think they know something is up. All the birds are talking about it as well. If only there were violets in the wood. I do dearly love violets, but I think they are hiding. In the meantime, if we are all very patient, I think things will happen as they should without any further assistance. Sometimes, I confess, when I see these things stirring, I want to pitch in a little something, but I have to be very sneaky about it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to give the impression that these things are done on a whim. No doubt they take very careful planning, but by whom? That is the question. I am perfectly suited for this particular variety of stealth, though. In fact, if I could not be so stealthy now & then what would I do? Remember what Bambi's mom said... "Bambi. Quick! The thicket!" Thickets are where I belong; and that's where I'll be if you need me... waiting and watching like a little dormouse, sneaking a morsel of crumpet and plum jam.