Posted on September 5, 2022September 3, 2022 by Catherine ArcolioThe Tale Of Queen Anne’s Lace while tatting she pricks her finger a drop of blood left behind the price of beauty Like this:Like Loading...
Love this. Would tell my nieces this story every summer when picking wildflower bouquets. Loading... Reply
I’ve always loved this wildflower and your poem is perfect
I love this plant too! And the story I learned as a child.
I like it. The picture and the tale.
thanks!!
Love this. Would tell my nieces this story every summer when picking wildflower bouquets.
I loved the flower and the poem!
thanks Tania