Queen Anne's Lace are bursting forth in my wild fields. They are almost ephemeral as I gaze at their gauzy lace flower heads moving with gentle breezes that are almost constantly flowing across my ridge.
Some folks are absolutely stalwart in their negative feelings about such a beautiful plant. I hear, " they don't belong here or they are from another country or they are not native." Even the U. S. government officials join the negative chorus of voices. For a minute, I almost feel like they are talking about human immigrants.
The comments resonate over the air waves in an erratic pattern hoping to win the minds of the people that are listening.
I walk in my fields. I look at my Queen Anne's Lace so beautiful in composure. "So you are the culprits of my field," I say to them -- "even though you are part of the field community -- adding beauty, giving beneficial insects food, even homes to small predatory spiders doing what they always have done plus more of which I am unaware."
Are our connections becoming broken to the beauty of life?
