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miss_adventure) wrote2005-08-19 11:47 pm
miss_adventure) wrote2005-08-19 11:47 pm
Mad Hatters in the Mist
Today was cool, rainy, and overcast, so it seemed a perfect plan for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jwonderboy and I to head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art by way of Central Park, with the idea of traveling paths we don't normally take. One path lead us past the Boat Pond to the sculpture of the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Around this sculpture are bronze plaques with some of the more popular lines from the books: the first few lines of Jabberwocky, one of the best nursery rhymes ever, and some very bad parenting advice.
Because Central Park was laid out by people who knew what they were doing, the Alice sculpture is right beside a hollow hill, on which oak trees and silver birch grow in a ring. Though the trees themselves were lush and green, the ground on the mound was covered in autumnal orange and golden fallen leaves.
While it isn't a tor, Cedar Hill has the feel of one, especially at dusk in the mist.
On a tangentially-related note, fresh figs filled with chopped walnuts and lemon curd are surprisingly good. I want to gather some of the local oddities for a tea party by the Mad Hatter scuplture, either on the sculpture plaza itself, or on the mound beside it, where we will feast on fresh figs and scones with clotted cream and lemon curd (and tea, of course).
jwonderboy and I to head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art by way of Central Park, with the idea of traveling paths we don't normally take. One path lead us past the Boat Pond to the sculpture of the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Around this sculpture are bronze plaques with some of the more popular lines from the books: the first few lines of Jabberwocky, one of the best nursery rhymes ever, and some very bad parenting advice.
Because Central Park was laid out by people who knew what they were doing, the Alice sculpture is right beside a hollow hill, on which oak trees and silver birch grow in a ring. Though the trees themselves were lush and green, the ground on the mound was covered in autumnal orange and golden fallen leaves.
While it isn't a tor, Cedar Hill has the feel of one, especially at dusk in the mist.
On a tangentially-related note, fresh figs filled with chopped walnuts and lemon curd are surprisingly good. I want to gather some of the local oddities for a tea party by the Mad Hatter scuplture, either on the sculpture plaza itself, or on the mound beside it, where we will feast on fresh figs and scones with clotted cream and lemon curd (and tea, of course).
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Serendously dippity diversion indeed! Beautiful pics. Looks like you were able to work in 137.5 of your interests in the span of an hour.
Speaking of Spans, where the bejesus did you manage to dig up Steeleye? I remember them from Melody Maker in 19(cough), and possibly from Dawn Koishnah's Rawk Kawnsit.
Have to make it out to the park Someday, if only to pay respects at Strawberry Fields--when all the bad guitar players have gone home for the day, and they make room for the REALLY bad ones.
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Try Strawberry Fields at any time of day and into the night. The guitarists vary between bad, very bad, and "oh sweet merciful heavens please take that poor instrument away from him/her, it's being tortured." Occasionally, you even get some amazingly good musicians playing there.