In a bright, cheery good-bye, Queen Ann’s Lace comes to the fence and bids adieu. Walking along, it’s hard to ignore her touch on the dark greens and weathered grays of the scenery. I’m lucky to have seen her, and wish her a good winter’s rest. It’s not even Fall, yet I feel the season has come to an end as I walk past her every day.
Have you seen her too?