I am a little strange, but warm like porridge and sunshine. I grow things and find treasures. I know the names of the birds and the trees. My body and my mind work differently to most. I am full of surprises. Will you join me?
Wonderland exists outside of stories.
It's in the cracks between the pavement.
In overgrown gardens, down amongst the weeds.
It's a witchy, magical, enchanted place.
It's waiting for you.