have been part of my m.o. for as long as I can remember. The other day while walking along the roadside, I had a Marcel Proust moment when I spotted Queen Ann's Lace, a prolific wildflower often deemed a weed. My childhood friend Tina and I spent a lovely summer afternoon clipping these beauties and putting them into jars with food coloring. Within hours, they were infused with amazing colors. We set up our roadside stand, prepared to rake in the cash. Why wouldn't passers-by be drawn to these amazing flowers? Needless to say, it was a very long afternoon. No sales. No cash. No competition for the lemonade-makers.
Just an amazing memory of an afternoon well spent.