In all her intricateness and fragility, Queen Anne’s lace endures the heat until her season is done. And such is life.
She dries, withers, and curl into a ball. Her true beauty reigns beneath lacy blooms and fern-like leaves. She’ll be back next year in all her glory. Fortunately, we don’t have to wait until next year…the sun will shine for us tomorrow.
There are times our souls need a lift. We simply need the reminder to open our eyes. It is then we see the daylight and feel the warmth in our hearts.