Queen Anne’s Lace

“Queen Anne’s Lace Dance” by Kami Mendlik (2011)

It called to me–at least it seemed that way.  I was attending an open house at the gallery of a local artist whom I had just met one month earlier.  Kami Mendlik is a gifted painter who follows the long tradition of creating “plein air” landscapes, often painting outdoors and on site in real time.  As Kami has described it, the plein air artist seeks “to translate the specifics of location, time and the changing emotion of the day onto canvas.”

Being new to Kami’s artwork, I had gone to the open house mostly out of curiosity.  Because I was already familiar with the paintings of plein air artists who worked in Brown County, Indiana, during the early 1900s, some of whom were friends of my grandmother’s, I wanted to learn more about how contemporary landscape artists like Kami approach their craft.  I was hoping there would be some time during the evening when I could talk with her about the process she uses to create her paintings.  However, the evening went a little differently than I expected.

I had difficulty finding the gallery in the first place.  It was located on the second floor of a building on the main street above a TV repair shop.  In front of the building though was a sandwich board announcing the open house so I entered the doorway and climbed a flight of stairs towards the sound of voices and laughter.  Kami was standing near the top of the stairs and she greeted me warmly; she seemed to remember the brief conversation we had shared when we initially met a month earlier.  I talked with her for a short time, then walked around the studio surveying the array of paintings.  Some were framed, titled and clearly part of the display while others were stacked on shelves and unframed.  I supposed that some of those might be the work of her students.

As I looked around, I felt an especially strong affinity for a small grouping of paintings in one area of the gallery.  I’ve since realized that each of these paintings depicted variations on the same theme—meadows filled with flowers and a grove of trees in the background.  I intuitively knew that the flowers in each of these pictures must be Queen Anne’s Lace.

Botanical drawing of Queen Anne’s Lace (from “Common Weeds of the United States”)

I have a long connection to Queen Anne’s Lace; it grows widely in the farm meadows and abandoned fields of my childhood homeland of southern Indiana.   My earliest memories of Queen Anne’s Lace were formed during the hikes I took as a child with my Grandmother Christine over her farm.  She was the one who first taught me its name, as well as the names of many of the other wildflowers and trees I know today.

Queen Anne’s Lace was not regarded highly by the agricultural authorities in the 1950s.  The U.S. Department of Agriculture still lists it as a “noxious weed” because of its competitive persistence in pastures and its low palatability for livestock.  But I’ve learned that Queen Anne’s Lace has not always been considered so unfavorably.  It once was purposefully grown in Europe as a “companion plant” in agricultural fields and gardens.  It attracted beneficial insects, and improved the microclimate for crops such as lettuce and tomato.  However, such favorable lore apparently did not impress those who put together the noxious weed list for the USDA.

My grandmother was capable of having a strong dislike for some weeds—even bordering on hatred.  For example, she vigorously disparaged a noxious weed known as Johnsongrass whenever we encountered it in her crop fields on our hikes.  It was a long time before I realized that “good-for-nothing Johnsongrass” was not the weed’s actual name; she always referred to it in that way.

Such was not the case for Queen Anne’s Lace, and although I don’t know exactly why, I expect it may have had to do with my grandmother’s fondness for the delicate, lace-like pattern of the plant’s white blossoms.  Once established, a patch of blooming Queen Anne’s Lace can create the sense of a fine lace tablecloth spread across the landscape, and I have a hunch my grandmother liked that.  One definition of the term weed that I favor is: A plant growing where it is not wanted.   So regardless of what the USDA weed inspectors might have said, I don’t think that Queen Anne’s Lace was a weed to my grandmother’s eyes.  The Queen Anne’s Lace plants that grew on her farm were welcome guests because of the decorative presence they brought to her pastoral landscapes.  There is an old expression:  “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”  Queen Anne’s Lace has been, and always will be, beautiful to my eye—just as I think it was for my Grandmother Christine.

Queen Anne’s Lace in “The Old Ogle Homestead” by Adolph Shulz (from the collection of the Indiana State Museum)

Seeing the paintings in Kami Polzin’s gallery was not the first time I had encountered Queen Anne’s Lace in a piece of art.  Several years ago, I was doing some research on the landscape painters whom my Grandmother Christine had known in Brown County when she went there as a young woman.   I made arrangements to view some of their works that are stored in the archival vault at the Indiana State Museum in Indianapolis.  I was led into a large, climate-controlled room filled with the paintings of the state’s collection.  I probably looked at a hundred paintings that day, but one especially stands out for me now, a landscape titled “The Old Ogle Homestead” by Adolph Shulz.  Adolph and his wife Ada began painting pictures in Brown County in 1908 and they subsequently moved there permanently in 1917.  Although “The Old Ogle Homestead” is undated, it is representative of many of the agrarian landscapes painted by the early Brown County artists during the first half of the 20th Century.  However, to my knowledge, it is the only one that depicts Queen Anne’s Lace as a prominent element.  In fact, the entire lower right quadrant of the painting, near the artist’s signature, is filled with images of Queen Anne’s Lace blossoms.  I now realize it is why this painting has remained so vividly etched in my memory since I first saw it.


Returning to my evening at Kami Polzin’s gallery open house, I realize that my Grandmother Christine, Adolph Shulz and I were not the only ones who appreciate Queen Anne’s Lace.  Kami grew up on a farm in eastern Minnesota and was drawn early to Midwestern landscapes graced by Queen Anne’s Lace blossoms.  She writes:  “One of my favorite wild flowers are the Queen Anne’s Lace.  I love the rhythm of design they create as they sway through the meadows, it’s almost as if they dance in the grasses.”  I’m sure my grandmother and Adolph would have agreed–and I certainly do.

After initially perusing the works in Kami’s gallery, I had a chance to speak with her more about the four or five paintings that had most attracted me.  After she began conversing with another guest, I looked again at those paintings and I remember thinking I should “listen” to what they had to say to me that might form the basis for an essay to be written at a later time.  As I examined each of the paintings more closely, one distinctly “called” to me in a way that the others did not.  It was the smallest one in the group, only 12 by 12 inches in size.  It was displayed beautifully in a wide black frame with a thin strip of carved scrollwork around the edge.  The border right around the picture was antique gold.  I was drawn to a faint path depicted in the picture leading back through the meadow towards the grove of trees.  That path reminded me of the trails my grandmother and I left as we would stride single file through her meadows fifty or more years ago.  We didn’t go on hikes often enough to form well-worn trails; our paths gave only a hint of our having passed by there—just like the one in Kami’s painting.

The path in the painting appears to lead to an opening into the grove.  I remember such openings on my grandmother’s farm too.  I recall what a relief it was to step into the shade of the trees and get out of the hot sunshine.  During our hikes in late June, July and August, when Queen Anne’s Lace blooms most profusely, I remember well the high heat and humidity.  I don’t think that Kami has ever been to the area of southern Indiana where I formed my initial impressions of Queen Anne’s Lace, but her depiction of the summertime atmosphere and sky in that picture is as true to my memory of the place and time as any I know.  The skies were seldom truly blue, and even the cumulus clouds were difficult to distinguish through the thick atmosphere.  In her painting—and in my memory—there is also a hint of impending gentle rain in the air, the kind of shower that comes in the late afternoon and eases the heat, at least for a little while.


Although the path and the depiction of the hazy sky certainly drew me to this picture, it was the blooming Queen Anne’s Lace that called to me most, just as it had done earlier in Adolph Shulz’s depiction of “The Old Ogle Homestead.”   I’ve learned that Kami did an earlier 6 by 6 inch sketch of the painting.  In her words, this earlier rendition was intended to “stir up some ideas, or maybe I should say bring them to the surface!”  It was also a response to her desire to paint fields and meadows of the Midwest and to experiment with creating “a soft moody light.”  Such paintings, in her words, represent “my quiet take on the peacefulness I feel and the respect I have in response to Nature.”   At the time of its creation, Kami noted that this sketch and its subject matter were “certainly taking on a life of their own” and would likely lead to the creation of larger versions with the same theme.  These “larger versions” were the very paintings I encountered during my time at Kami’s gallery that July evening.

Later during the open house, I informed Kami that I intended to purchase the painting that had come to me so strongly.  I asked her to tell me more about its creation.  She explained that the painting depicts a place she remembers from her childhood farm, although the specific conditions and elements in the painting were a “visual memory” that had come to her in a dream sometime before she executed the painting.  When I heard this about the painting’s conception, I was delighted since it helped to further explain for me why I was so drawn to it.  As she paints a picture, Kami explained, she visualizes that it is being created for some one.  She seldom knows who that person is, but almost without exception someone comes along, as I did, who strongly resonates with the piece and wants to have it.  Kami receives much inspiration and gratification from this creation/resonance interchange with the people who acquire her work.

It is significant for me to know that my painting came to Kami partly through a dream.  In a sense this picture represents a collaboration between her subconscious and conscious mind, much as my long-ago, almost subconscious recall and more recent memories work together to inform my impressions and emotions.  I remember few specific experiences from my childhood times on my grandmother’s farm; almost all I recall now is an amalgam of many episodes that took place over time.  It’s even more sobering to realize that what I do remember likely didn’t even happened as I think it did.  My distant memories are as distorted and perplexing as my dreams.  However, this doesn’t discount their importance for me, or how they work to define who I am today, as well as my view of the past.

Kami gave my Queen Anne’s Lace-strewn landscape painting a title: “Queen Anne’s Lace Dance.”  She created the picture for me just last March before we had ever met.  This simple 12 by 12 inch linen-covered panel calls forth from me strong impressions and emotions that are every bit as powerful as any of my present-day experiences.

Afterall, meaning is in the mind of the beholder.



Queen Anne’s Lace growing near Wyckoff, New Jersey

I recently visited my 93 year-old mother who lives at her home in Wyckoff, New Jersey.  Soon after my arrival, I told her about the new painting by Kami Polzin that I had acquired and I told her of my longstanding interest in Queen Anne’s Lace.  She surprised me by telling me of her own fondness for the plant and about how she had once tried to transplant some Queen Anne’s Lace into her backyard garden.  “It only grew that first year and then died out,” she said. “I guess my yard is just too shaded; Queen Anne’s Lace likes lots of sun.”

As we talked, I proposed that we might make an excursion in her car the next day to see if we could find some Queen Anne’s Lace growing in her area and then cut a bouquet to put on the hearth in front of her fireplace.  She readily agreed to the plan.  The next afternoon we began our quest.  The task seemed daunting as it soon became clear that most of her area in northern New Jersey is single-family houses, businesses and urban forest.  Sun-loving plants like Queen Anne’s Lace don’t do well in such places.  There is little agriculture in that area and no abandoned fields or pastures that might serve as habitat for Queen Anne’s Lace; any open spaces are mowed and groomed.

We were about to give up our hunt when my mother spotted two spindly Queen Anne’s Lace blossoms growing beside the road near one of the county parks.  Although we realized that this small number of blooms was not sufficient to make a bouquet, we took them as an omen to keep searching.  Another three miles down the road, near another county park, we found a larger patch of blooming Queen Anne’s Lace.  Considering how few plants we had seen to that point, I considered this “the mother lode.”  I pulled to the side of the road, and while my mother waited in the car, I took clippers and walked back to the stand to begin harvesting the blossoms.  To my disappointment I discovered that the patch was growing amidst a large and vigorous stand of poison ivy!  I couldn’t harvest many blossoms there either.

Resigned to the likelihood that our bouquet would necessarily be a small one, I returned to the car and told my mother of our bad fortune with the poison ivy.  “So close–and yet so far,” I thought to myself.   My mother agreed that it was not wise to wade into the poison ivy just to get those flowers, so we drove away intent on heading back to her home and making the best of the few blossoms we had.

We had traveled a couple of hundred yards farther down the road when we came upon another large group of flowering Queen Anne’s Lace–and this time there was no poison ivy to hinder the harvest.  I gathered blossoms to my heart’s content and we headed home eager to create a bouquet.  My mother went to her basement and found a vase suitable for this task while I trimmed the blossom stems to the desired lengths.  We placed the flowers into the vase and set it on the hearth.  I set a copy of the book “The Artists of Brown County,” which contains a reproduction of Adolph Shulz’s “The Old Ogle Homestead,” next to the bouquet.

Later that evening, my mother and I sat in her living room enjoying each other’s company in the presence of our Queen Anne’s Lace bouquet.  After a bit of time she remarked, “Isn’t that the most beautiful bouquet you ever saw, Steve?”

“Yes, Mother,” I said, “it sure is.”

Queen Anne’s Lace bouquet



At Brown County Art Gall - 4:2018

With my Grandmother Christine at Brown County Art Gallery (2018)

It called to me–just like Kami Mendlik’s Queen Anne’s Lace Dance oil painting had done seven years earlier. I remember that feeling of familiarity as I first encountered Kami’s picture; there wasn’t any doubt in my mind that it portrayed Queen Anne’s Lace, a wildflower I had known during my childhood in Indiana. And now lightning was striking again; here’s how it came to be.

My wife, Mary Ann, and I were visiting my Indiana Homeland during the spring of 2018. We’d stopped at the Brown County Art Gallery in Nashville to view works by artists who lived there during the first part of the 1900s, some of whom were friends of my Grandmother Christine’s. When we arrived, I learned that one of the featured exhibits that day included works by current print makers from Indiana. These are artists who still create art using the same woodblock techniques as early Brown County printmaking masters such as Gustave Baumann and L. O. Griffith.

Gustave Baumann print process

The process used by early Brown County printmaker Gustave Baumann to create one of his artworks. The top row displays each of Baumann’s carved blocks used for the picture; the middle row illustrates the effects of printing each block alone; the bottom row shows the emerging work as each block is inked and pressed in succession to create the finished picture.  (Brown County Art Gallery)

Until my visit to the Gallery that day, I hadn’t even known that old-school printmaking was still being done. It’s a truly amazing form of art requiring a good deal of skill and patience. The development of a woodblock print is long and laborious because it involves carving several complementary woodblocks of the same picture and then using these different blocks to make multiple printings on the paper with different-colored inks. One contemporary Indiana printmaker has described the process this way: “[You] Carve the wood, ink the block and hope it looks like what you wanted. You don’t really know exactly what it’s going to look like.”

Burkett QAL

“Summer Lace” by Mark Burkett

As we were about to depart the Gallery, I saw the print. It was as if it had levitated off the wall towards me. I knew in an instant it depicted two Queen Anne’s Lace blossoms, one of which was complete with a characteristic drop of blood (from Queen Anne’s finger pricked by her lacing needle) seen on many blossoms. It was just right.

Summer Lace title & signature

Title and signature on the print

I examined the signature more closely and saw that the artist was Mark Burkett whom I’d just met during my time at the Gallery that day. The print was titled Summer Lace and Mary Ann liked it too—a lot! Yet we both were torn about acquiring it since we had just recently downsized to apartment living and we weren’t sure we had adequate wall space to give it justice. But within two days, we knew that the Summer Lace print was meant to be with us. It now hangs alongside the sideboard buffet that once occupied a place of prominence in the dining room of my Grandmother Christine’s house on her farm where so many fond childhood memories were formed—and where my earliest connections with Queen Anne’s Lace were made.  It’s a perfect place for Summer Lace to grow.

Version 2

A perfect association


Steve Robert Simmons wrote this personal essay in 2011 and 2018.  All rights reserved.

22 Responses to Queen Anne’s Lace

  1. Sharon says:

    This is so beautiful.

  2. Don Coon says:

    Steve, I had never heard of Queen Anne’s Lace before but I certainly want to see your picture when we visit you guys.

    • steverobert says:

      Queen Anne’s Lace is supposed to be found in both Washington and Wyoming, Don, but I have no idea where. I never have seen it in either place. There are some plants in those states that look something like QAL, but they are not the real deal. It does grow profusely in Arkansas though, so you probably saw it during your college years there but just didn’t recognize it then. But NOW you know…

  3. Darrell Pedersen says:

    Thanks for another beautiful, thoughtful piece. I love the story and the inclusion of the pictures/paintings. You have a gift for bringing ordinary, often unnoticed objectrs into focus for examination of their deeper meaning/value and for the pure enjoyment of your reader/listener.

  4. Kami Polzin says:

    Steve, what a true honor! I truly believe the painting belongs with You. I have no doubt, it was painted for You. Your writing completely draws in the reader in such a tender way. Thank you for this lovely tribute!

  5. Mary says:

    Hi Steve,
    I enjoyed reading this essay. It is a Steve Simmons classic with lovely, thoughtful reflections on nature and relationships. The images you describe, like the paintings, have a beautiful glow.

  6. Rae says:

    Kami must be really happy to have a client who understands and appreciates the nuances of her work! I hope you get years of enjoyment from her painting.

  7. Norma says:

    Thanks, Steve. I read “Queen’s Lace” and was, as usual, impressed by your ability to present memories and perceptions in a quietly eloquent style. I’m looking forward to reading more of your pieces.

  8. Mike says:

    I once commented to my business partner how much I loved the bouquet on the reception counter. I commented that it looked like Baby’s Breath. She corrected me and said it was Queen Anne’s Lace, a weed. I wondered what characterized a weed. If you are making dandelion wine or dandelion green leaf salad, dandelions are probably not a weed. I remember casting for trout in southern Minnesota along Maple Creek standing in what was probably Queen Anne’s Lace. Not a weed.

    • steverobert says:

      Congratulation, Mike. You have just passed the first objective of Weed Science 101–defining a “weed”. 🙂 There are, of course, plants for which humans are hard-pressed to find any redeeming value. Those we can regard universally as WEEDS!

      Thanks for taking time to read my essays. I really appreciate it!

  9. Steve, Such a beautiful and gentle piece of writing. Queen Anne’s Lace has always been in my heart. A long time ago, I discovered a tiny dark blue (almost black) floret hidden away in plain sight near the center of each display of white ones. Even now I look for it . . . and never have been disappointed. I read somewhere that the dark one is a sterile floret. I like to think that it stands for the specialness of an individual among the masses! Thanks for your writing.


    • steverobert says:

      YOU are such an encourager, Clem. Thank you. Yes, I know of your fondness for Queen Anne’s Lace. I, too, have seen the single black floret, but I heard that it represents the single drop of blood that fell when lacemaker Queen Anne pricked her finger. Somehow I like your symbolism for that spot better. 🙂

  10. Judy Eads says:

    Your words remind me of all the rides into the country as a child (40’s -50’s) with my parents as we escaped the city for a Sunday. My patient father would stop anyplace my mother picked out to explore. We collected berries,bittersweet, walnuts, watercress, stones and lots of other treasures.
    My mother’s family spent their summers in the country learning about nature first hand.
    Queen Anne’s lace is just one wild plant I’ve collected seeds from and grown in my very small patch. Our son and grand children all love the “adventures” we’ve shared in the woods, park and odd rough areas to find our “treasures”. Weeds can teach us to love the wild places that still somehow survive, we should all enjoy while they last. Your site is terrific and so full of love, thank’s for all of it! Judy E.

    • steverobert says:

      Thank you for your kind response to my Queen Anne’s Lace essay, Judy. I can picture your images of sojourns into the country and “wild places” of your childhood. I sometimes marvel now at how entranced I was as a boy in “settled” Indiana. I could create wilderness then out of a 5 acre weed patch. I’ve since experienced true wilderness in Alaska, Yellowstone and Northern Minnesota, but I can honestly say the effects of those places, as good as they are, did not surpass those earliest exposures in southern Indiana. 🙂

  11. Sharon O'Connell says:

    Hi, Steve,
    I enjoyed reading your essay and epilogue. Thank you!
    Sharon O’C

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