With apologies to Lewis Carroll"All in a gloomy afternoon
Full fearfully we hide ..."
I found the Mad Hatter's chapeau in my driveway this morning, perhaps flung there by the Queen of Hearts. Or to claim a Wizard of Oz metaphor, dropped there like a house by a tornado.
(What? Oh, sorry. Back to Wonderland. Hatter interruptus.)
I like to think that the Hatter, the March Hare and Alice are continuing on with their very mad tea party this evening. Because, really, how else can one deal with this ridiculous February weather?
Besides going down a rabbit hole, I mean.
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