I have a feeling this summer will go down as the summer of rain and lots of wild flowers.
There’s so much Queen Anne’s Lace along the roadways.Â My mother had a yard full of flowers last year and Queen Anne’s Lace was worked into each and every row. Once, as I was trying to help her “weed” her walkways, she caught me reaching to pull some up. “Don’t do that!” she snapped, ” just let it come up wherever it wants to come up.” My dad was close by and he nodded then added, “She has never let me touch it,” he said with a sigh.
But if my memory serves me right, I do remember him “accidentally” hitting it a few times with his weedeater. Poor Dad. I know he paid for that mistake!
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