Queen Anne’s Lace–Daucus carota, wild carrot–is abundantly common this time of year–in neglected pastures, along county back-road fencerows and highway margins.
This is a sign we are into late summer: That its flat-topped umbels are beginning to cup–going to seed, gathered in tight clusters that protect the embryoes as they mature. Here is nothing more than the familiar cycle of plants producing flowers, flowers making seeds and seeds yielding another generation of flowers.
Cupping my hand under the tiny wafer of a seed from more mature plants nearby, the frame shifts, as so often happens when you reach a certain rate of travel and mind-clutter, at or approaching the speed of an object at rest.
From this impossibly compressed, dry, apparently lifeless mote in my hand has come the intricate order and beauty I see, looking up from underneath–a complex branching within branches of branches with terminal flowers.
CAPTION: The Wild Carrot “seed singularity” of immensely compressed instructions populates the deep space of this pastured planet with tentacled clockwork galaxies. A Big Botanical Bang.