Meadow grasses and milkweed blossoms!
The flowers are heavy compared to their stalks, a hundred blossomlets clustered together
And then daisies and black-eyed Susans next to one another, I think of them as Sorcha and Dorcia – bright and dark twins.
There’s something yellow and balloon-y in the meadow, too, low but bright against the green and there are red berries on shrubs without names and something viney climbs up something grain-y.
Over all, she reigns, Queen Anne clad in lace, bobbing tallest, nodding in the breeze to her sisters and to her subjects.
Have you ever tasted the root of this gracious, delicate flower? Have you looked beneath the perfectly formed discs of a myriad of florets, graced as often as not with a center drop of royal blood, below the intricately spun greens?
Have you found the taproot?
Tough as nails.
Stringy, strong,
and oh, so deep.
Have you tasted it?
She may be Queen, but her lovers call her Wild Carrot.