It's definitely my favorite summer wildflower (or weed?). Queen Anne's lace always stuns with beauty from every angle and spontaneous. This one is leaning onto the trail in the shade under the pines.
I love teaching in any environment, but leading my workshop online tonight without leading the house, and walking upstairs to bed when it ended at 10:10 was wonderful. It filled me up with creative satisfaction - the writing shared was intriguing and well composed; fiction and non-fiction and fairy tale. The poem I selected for opening discussion was really well received. I chose a poem by Clarissa Pinkola Estes to honor one of the writers who recently returned from a weeklong workshop with her: