There is Queen Anne’s Lace everywhere right now, it seems. It always makes me think of my mom. Its not that I remember my mom going on about Queen Anne’s Lace when I was younger. I only remember her mentioning once as we drove by some that she loved it. Or maybe she said something more along the lines of she really liked Queen Anne’s Lace. I was pretty young so the exactness of the memory is a bit blurred, but it stuck with me. When this memory was made, I remember thinking “But its a weed,” something I knew from seeing her weed her rose beds that she did not like. Like I said, I was young. At that age (no, i don’t remember how old I was) a weed was a weed. I had not learned to differentiate an unwanted weed and one that had qualities to appreciate. I have come to really like this ‘weed’ but I think it is because it reminds me of my mom more than anything. The Field of Serenity is full of them right now and I would have loved to spend some time taking more, and preferrably better, pictures of this flower to apply to this post but the battery on my camera died. At any rate, this one is for you, Mom. I love you!