A red rose can be seen as romantic or just pretty, however, in the case of the Queen’s garden; red roses could symbolize her violent personality.

Red roses have thorns, yes to protect themselves, but they are still aggressive flowers. Much like the Queen is aggressive. She seems to be fond of ‘drawing blood’ and making her presence known.  Since she likes to order that people be beheaded, it doesn’t surprise me that she chooses flowers that hurt people too. People like what is similar to them.

The gardeners accidentally planted a white rose. White roses are just as beautiful as red roses, if not more. The difference is they do not hurt you with cruel thorns. This could reflect on the gardeners being meek and nonviolent. The gardeners and Queen are all cards, and the roses are types of roses, but they have their differences. One kinds doesn’t hurt you, and the other one does.

The fact that the gardeners are painting the roses red, not only shows their fear of the Queen; but it seems to show their willingness to act for the Queen. It’s symbolic; paint a white rose red so it acts as a red rose. They ‘paint’ themselves red, for the Queen. This seems to me like sheep in wolves clothing.

I found it highly intriguing in chapter five that the pigeon was willing to consider Alice guilty of being some form of snake simply for eating eggs. It seemed to me like being guilty by association.

Alice says, “but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.”

The pigeon replies with, “but if they do, why, then they’re a kind of serpent: that’s all I can say.”

If that is the case, then a cow could be a horse because they both eat grass. A tucan could be a serpent since they eat eggs and other baby birds.

Something about this statement seems absurd…but it ties into wonderland perfectly. Wonderland seems to be a place of wonderful illogical logic. There can be oddities, like a disappearing cat, but the cat can’t have wings or some other illogical thing. Why not? Because Carroll didn’t make it so.

Carroll makes illogical ‘things’ in Wonderland logical because he chooses to make them. If he doesn’t make something illogical in wonderland then it is an exception. Like the giant puppy, it is one of the few creatures that doesn’t talk, but it’s giant. Are all puppies giant? We don’t know. But if Carroll says so, then they are. if not, then they are not. it’s as if he makes laws for Wonderland to follow that grant certain illogical circumstances logic, but the ‘illogicals’ he doesn’t make in to logic are not allowed.

Later on the pigeon even says it doesn’t make a difference to her if she is a serpent or little girl. So then why waste time asking if Alice is a serpent or not? Carroll may have wanted Alice to become more confused, rather like I am at the moment. The pigeon who had originally cared if she was a serpent or not ends up not caring, and then Alice ends up the one who cares even though you’d think it wouldn’t matter at all. Maybe Alice only finds it important later on because she doesn’t like to be accused of anything she isn’t guilty of, like being a serpent. The pigeon would only care if her eggs were in danger. So if Alice is gone- whether shes a serpent or not, her eggs are safer.

Once again we see the logic and illogic at play here. Alice having a long neck is deemed illogical in our world, but in wonderland that is ok. Her talking to a pigeon is illogical but logical in wonderland aswell. The pigeon fearing snakes and wanting to protect her eggs is natural logical behavior mixed in with the illogical logic of wonderland.

Perhaps you could blame it on my being sleepy, but as I sat here trying to decide what to write I began to wander-or rather my mind did. I was in the middle of eating a Milky Way bar when I had a sudden frightening thought pass through my mind. What if this candy makes me shrink or become a giant! This seems silly as I see it written out now, but at the time I was frantic not to become tiny or gigantic. So I spat out my candy bar. Now I wish I hadn’t, it was rather tasty, but there was still this strange little ‘what if’ nagging at the back of my brain. After I had spat out the candy bar I imagined I tasted a strange flavor from the candy and rushed to my refrigerator to get a carton of milk out to hopefully clear away the odd flavor.

Instead I had to swim through the hall to get to the kitchen because the house was full of water. As I reached the refrigerator door it was like all the water I’d passed through disappeared and I was surrounded by light. Then as I opened the door the carton of milk had cow ears and a nose. When I tried to pour out the milk into a glass I found  sitting on the counter the cow-carton began to protest. It said, “You won’t. You won’t! No you won’t little girl. Don’t drink the milk. I can’t promise you something strange won’t happen.” So I dropped the carton back in the refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice instead. This time the juice poured out nice and normal and the air around me was back to normal. But when I drank the juice I felt like there were all these tiny little people caught in the glass and I spat it back out afraid to eat one of them.

Realizing finally how incredible absurd it all was I shook my head at myself and shocked myself back into reality, and behold! I was still in the office sitting in front of the computer with a half eaten Milky Way bar in the trash beside me and a blank document titled ‘blog’. If this is what happens to me just reading a few chapters of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, I’m worried to see what will happen when I have to stay up really late and then go to bed right after reading some strange occurrence in the story.

I was looking outside just now at the moon. It was rising above the silhouette of the trees in the pasture and I realized something; we all view things differently and formulate different opinions based off of how we interpret what we experience, even little things like watching the moon rise. For example my mom was looking at it and thinking how strange it was that the moon rose so quickly and said she thought it was creepy. I saw it and thought how glorious the moon looked, like an iridescent globe that was zooming past the shadow of the trees. Even the reflection of the moon on the top of the trees made me want to reach out and dip my fingertips in its pool-like reflection. I don’t think my mother even noticed the reflection. Even now I feel overwhelmed by it’s appearance because the moon looked so beautiful and seemed like a giant eye watching me.

At the beginning of chapter one, Alice sees the white rabbit run past her and is not surprised to hear him speaking. However, when she notices the watch pulled out of his waistcoat-pocket she realizes something is off. It says later that she realized that perhaps she should have wondered at the rabbit talking, but at the time thought it quiet natural. Earlier Alice had been uninterested in the book her sister was reading because it was visually not drawing her attention to it. The rabbit, on the other hand, was visually captivating and that could be why he strikes her curiosity. Later after she falls into the rabbit hole she is again pulled farther into her adventure by her curiosity to go into the ‘loveliest garden’ she ever saw.

I think it may have to do with her being a child that causes her to be so visually drawn to things without considering any consequences that could arise. Then again, she could have a naturally carefree personality, and her age not matter at all.