I spent a summer in Provence and took bunches of pictures of a magical flower, unfurling and spreading gorgeously. Later I found out it was Queen Anne’s Lace. Maybe they had it where I had grown up as well. Years later, visiting home, I saw, to my surprise, the same rosie house finches I was feeding here in Boston. It’s all in the looking and noticing. Thanks for this post.
What a lovely story. I didn’t know that it grew in Provence. Queen Anne’s Lace was actually one of the first flower names I learned. As you say, it is all in the looking and the noticing.
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I spent a summer in Provence and took bunches of pictures of a magical flower, unfurling and spreading gorgeously. Later I found out it was Queen Anne’s Lace. Maybe they had it where I had grown up as well. Years later, visiting home, I saw, to my surprise, the same rosie house finches I was feeding here in Boston. It’s all in the looking and noticing. Thanks for this post.
What a lovely story. I didn’t know that it grew in Provence. Queen Anne’s Lace was actually one of the first flower names I learned. As you say, it is all in the looking and the noticing.
On a related note, thank you for teaching me the word (and bird) grackle. I love to use it in poems whenever I can. See here: https://gardenofwords.com/?s=grackle&submit=Search
lovely haiku!
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Janet 🙂