There are flowers in my garden.
Roses in summer they climb up my wall.
In springtime gentle flowers of purple, yellow, white and pink fight to scramble through the soil.
A never ending toil.
Late summer, edging into early autumn, twisting fronds of honeysuckle become tangled round the wire.
Entwined until the  leaves fall obeying autumn's coming call.
Alice is hiding underground again, she's sleeping in the fallen warren.
Keeping silly secrets to herself.
The white rabbit became a guinea pig.
The Cheshire Cat broke his teeth eating discarded bits and bobs.
His grin was spoiled.
(c)Livvi