It was a pleasantly windy and warm summer day to cut the grass. As the first straight row kicked up dust in my eyes, delicate dots of whimsyness waived with the breeze. Most people would think of this beautiful sight as a weed. Weeds have the reputation to not belong. They must be discarded, a sight for sore eyes, but not mine. Why should I make the blades pummel this creation, shredding its purpose into smithereens? 

It’s purpose, you ask? Yes. Its purpose to pollen the butterflies, dragonflies, bees of bumble and her relatives. Its purpose to sway in the wind with the whisp of cars gone by. It’s purpose to put a smile on my face as I delicately and meticulously mow a circle around it to save it until it was ready to transform to another destination on its own.

Just like Queen Anne’s Lace, you deserve to stretch your pedals until they reach every sun’s rays. It deserves, just as you, to claim your footprint and breathe in all of the oxygen you need to live, and heal, to occupy this beautiful space you’ve created for yourself. 

Just as Queen Anne’s Lace, you belong.