Cow-Parsley

Yesterday, I could have gotten lost in a field of Cow parsley, tall stalks of green with bushy, white tops for as far as the eye can see.
Puffs of white pollen floated in the air, creating an ethereal effect. I noticed some clinging to a spider’s web by the wooden gate, hanging in long strands from a rusty signpost. A sea of white flowers moved in the wind. It would be enough to rock one to sleep, if you cared to stop for awhile and lie down in it. So much Cow Parsley, that if you did happen to do that, l’m sure you’d disappear.

Ps: Recently I learnt that another name for Cow Parsley is Queen Ann’s Lace, which I think is rather lovely.

“Queen Anne, Queen Anne,
She sat in the sun,
Making of lace till the day was done.
She made it green, she made it white,
She made it of flowers and sunshine and light,
She fastened it on a stalk so fine,
She left it in the hedgerow to shine.
Queen Anne’s lace, Queen Anne’s lace,
You find it growing all over the place.”
 - From ‘Little Grey Rabbit Makes Lace’ – Alison Uttley