It's the season of the queen, all bow down and behold her beauty, for she wears the finest of lace. She appears on roadways raising her hand, waving peacefully with grace at passers by. She is delicate, oh so delicate... but she is strong - never bending.
She stands tall, head to the sky... she demands attention, but never demands. The Queen reigns above all others for it is wildflower season here in New York, and on the scale of wildflower beauty - she can not be shown up by any other.