Summer Session


Queen Anne has not gotten the memo about saving herself.  She is rampant, bodacious – wanton, even – covering the meanest abandoned lot with a sea of white heads nodding “Yes, yes!” to any summer breeze that will carry their flourishing a little further onward, toward a foothold in next summer’s warmth.

You see the Queen Anne’s Lace, and you just want to pull the car over onto the shoulder of the road, and wade in. I recommend you do exactly that, but please, not on the Interstate.  And wear your long pant, and socks.  We don’t want you getting poison ivy.

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