#My mom pushing my sisters in a red double stroller in the summertime.

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#Queen anne's lace | Daucus carota #Pulled from a roadside wildflower tangle on a whim. Date sometime before 24 August 2022. #While riding bikes to visit makeshift museum of twisted metal. #I rode slow alongside my mom. probably. it's a blurry memory. #On a tiny island on a sea sized lake #shallow and full to the brim with fossils and dead fish and broken glass. #An island that gave my mother her name. one of my favorite places. where i imagine storms when im angry #My first memory of this plant is old. #My mom pushing my sisters in a red double stroller in the summertime. #Turning the bend near our home. #Or walking toward my grandparents house in late August. maybe. i dont remember #Just that she told me it was queen Anne's lace and I patted my face with it like a powder puff. #Its tiny white flowers branching out blurry like a globular cluster pressed flat. Like stars huddled around the mass of a tiny velvet purpl #flower. a flower that makes me feel small and needy. with tiny hands and tiny worries. #...usually i write these things off thr top of my head but this one was prewritten. i just feel too insecure to make writing posts that can #be reblogged 😬 but anyway im writing entries for the handful of pressed flowers thst i have. idk y i grabbed this one bc it was the 1st #i just always liked queen anne's lace. childhood nostalgia and all that i suppose #unrelated #also i say it was prewritten but when i wrote it. it was still just brain vomit without editing lil