Vintage Swedish Herbarium - Daucus Carota, Queen Anne's Lace, circa 1936
You’ve seen it before—perhaps on a country road where the fences lean with time, or in a meadow where the wind moves in whispered conversations. Daucus Carota wild carrot, Queen Anne’s Lace. A name fit for royalty, yet belonging to something wonderfully untamed. Its flowers, delicate clusters like lacework woven by unseen hands, rise on slender green stems, graceful but never fragile. You could pluck it, gather it, press its blooms between the pages of a book you’ll someday open again, remembering the moment you first noticed something so simple… and so perfect. Nature’s lace, unhemmed and free.
You’ve seen it before—perhaps on a country road where the fences lean with time, or in a meadow where the wind moves in whispered conversations. Daucus Carota wild carrot, Queen Anne’s Lace. A name fit for royalty, yet belonging to something wonderfully untamed. Its flowers, delicate clusters like lacework woven by unseen hands, rise on slender green stems, graceful but never fragile. You could pluck it, gather it, press its blooms between the pages of a book you’ll someday open again, remembering the moment you first noticed something so simple… and so perfect. Nature’s lace, unhemmed and free.
You’ve seen it before—perhaps on a country road where the fences lean with time, or in a meadow where the wind moves in whispered conversations. Daucus Carota wild carrot, Queen Anne’s Lace. A name fit for royalty, yet belonging to something wonderfully untamed. Its flowers, delicate clusters like lacework woven by unseen hands, rise on slender green stems, graceful but never fragile. You could pluck it, gather it, press its blooms between the pages of a book you’ll someday open again, remembering the moment you first noticed something so simple… and so perfect. Nature’s lace, unhemmed and free.
9.5” x 15.75”
Custom framing available upon request, please inquire.