It’s lovely, Jan. Thanks for sharing.
There were only a couple of moments, growing up, when I felt like I connected with my Granny. One was about this plant. There it was called Mississippi Lace, and considered a weed. Granny said she’d always liked it despite the weed status. Then she said her mother had told her it was a good thing she liked Mississippi lace, because it was the only kind of lace she’d ever have. It was the only time I saw her be wistful.
Hugs on the wing.
It’s lovely, Jan. Thanks for sharing.
There were only a couple of moments, growing up, when I felt like I connected with my Granny. One was about this plant. There it was called Mississippi Lace, and considered a weed. Granny said she’d always liked it despite the weed status. Then she said her mother had told her it was a good thing she liked Mississippi lace, because it was the only kind of lace she’d ever have. It was the only time I saw her be wistful.
Hugs on the wing.
Oh Teagan – such a bittersweet story.
A similar west coast native is “Yarrow.” I grow it in my garden as it is also drought tolerant.
Thank you for sharing my writing Jan!