I first saw Queen Anne’s Lace on my beloved Cape Cod, when I was a teenager. This evening, Meggy and I walked a pretty path in Williston, Vermont and I had never seen so many of the delicate white flowers in one place. They remind me of brides--of frothy wedding gowns, long veils, satin shoes. Lace indeed. Good night to you. Time to board the New York-bound Vermonter tomorrow morning. Don’t want to leave! Sleep well, on a lace-trimmed pillow case.