Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah! Merry HanuKwanzMas! (Whew... that covers everyone, right?)

synchronistic tables

Now I can turn left to the centre of roses (Queen Mary’s—she again, metamorphosed now out of Princess- and Duchesshood) or go on past the big knobbed tree that says it is a manna ash, and on past the next which is a weeping elm, to the little hill still fragrant with herbs, although most of them are withering.

Tony. Can you unwig ’em again?