The wild lupine is one of May’s most precious joys. More
Queen Anne’s Lace was one of the first flowers I noticed as a child. In a spare lot near our house in Peoria, it grew profusely. To see a picture of this flower automatically conjures up associations of fierce Midwestern summer heat, tall plants growing happily in neglected yards, a relentless sun.
Then the close-up: the intricacy of a single bloom, looked at head-on. The pearly shape of the petals, the fluffiness; the single spot at More