
Also presently in bloom is the humble cow parsnip, also known as Queen Anne's Lace. Purists will argue that this royal name should only be applied to flowers with a spot of red in the very center. In legend, Queen Anne of England (1665-1714; reigned 1702-1714) was said to have been tatting lace one day when she pricked her finger with the sharp little instrument she was using, drawing blood and leaving a single red drop on the lace. Loyal and romantic subjects in America, seeing this lovely lacy flower, some with red spots at the blossom's very heart, named it in the queen's honor.
When I was a little girl attending Bible schools (a summer church activity, usually held on weeknights), one of my teachers taught us a way to cause Queen Anne's Lace to change color. She would cut off the stems at a good length, and we would set them overnight in cups of water mixed with food coloring. I seem to remember my favorites were blue, but by judicious mixing of the food coloring you could make any number of exotic colors. Miss Annabelle--that was her name; an elderly lady, long widowed, her children grown and moved away--was a memorable character for many reasons, but when I see Queen Anne's Lace I always remember her--and smile.
And until next time fair thee well.
Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth - nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over--
or nothing.
Those are beautiful and the information is really interesting. Thanks for the share! Have a good eve.
Purple clover, Queen Anne lace,
Crimson hair across your face,
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.
.
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.
Thank you,
TattingChic