Queen Anne’s Lace… you would think at summer’s end that it’s all over. The delicate white blossoms that appear to float on a warm breeze, top heavy on slender stalks but now brown and craggy – spiky remnants of the past season. It’s not. At the side of my driveway I see the proof. On cold rainy days this late fall the flower heads close up tightly, all gathered in. And the next sunny day, there they are, each and every ghost of a summer flower stretched out to soak up the crisp autumn light.
Things are not always what they appear to be. Just sayin’.
gosh! little miracles indeed. Such a delight to stop by here again and revel in all the love and tender magic :) and delighted to see your shop here too! Happy holidays Andrea xxx
Hi Annette… Many thank for visiting! I hope your season is merry & bright ;) Andrea