Summer Snow

The vacant lot down the road has been reclaimed by nature.  A crowded throng of Queen Anne’s Lace now reigns supreme where once a house stood.

This evening heavy clouds hung over the lake and pressed close, encapsulating and magnifying lakeside details.  I stopped to admire the showy flowers, then tiptoed down the old pathway until completely enveloped by clusters of white.  Their heady aroma, heavy with mustiness, transported me back in time to another lake and time, and childhood memories of similar patches of white finery. 

I brushed elbows with the delicate, ornamental blossoms, and felt a little bit like a princess looking eye-to-eye with her court.  It was like walking through regal summer-style snowflakes, like joining royalty in the midst of simplicity.