'Enough'

The wild carrot — Queen Anne’s Lace, if you prefer the romantic name, Daucus carota if you are being precise — grows in disturbed soil, at roadsides, in any place that has been interrupted and then left alone to figure itself out. Its umbels, those flat-topped flower clusters assembled from hundreds of tiny white florets, look from a certain distance exactly like hydrangea. The carrot knows this about itself and does nothing to correct the impression.

Against the dark forest green of this setting, the pale lace umbels hover like a memory of something larger. The flower-border frame picks up the theme: a garden within a garden. The name is not ironic. The wild carrot is not embarrassed. It is simply doing what it does, in whatever light is available, which turns out to be enough.

For the one who has spent time being underestimated, and quietly thrived anyway.