Queen Anne’s lace will always make me think of Pennsylvania in the summer. I don’t know where we were, but I was around twelvish, visiting my grandmother and a forest path was flanked by two huge fields of it.
The delicate blooms pointed upward towards the sky, almost as if they were creating a huge umbrella for the miniature world that they shaded below. I loved to lay in it, trying to use them as a canopy – as if I was an elf myself. (and I wasn’t, I mean a growth spurt had hit and I was the tallest girl in my glass…but I digress)
They are so delicate, so much fun to photograph, and one stem is a bouquet all of it’s own. These are truly a favorite of mine. I’ve not seen them but once in a store that you could buy them here. I wish I could have them at my own wedding one day. They are so feminine and delicate and wirily perfect.
Queen Anne’s lace will forever remind me of field hockey. Growing up, I would spend the end of each summer practicing with our school’s field hockey team for the coming season. After finishing a set of sprints, we would each collapse into the grass and await further running punishment. While everyone else was drinking water, I would pick Queen Anne’s lace out of the field and tie them into tiny bouquets to leave on the ground. I should have realized then that my future had more to do with flowers and less to do with competitive sports, but those moments were always some of my favorite. Now, whenever I see Queen Anne’s lace in a field or on the side of the road, I’m tempted to stop and make a tiny bouquet.