i love daisies. they are my number one favorite flower. i don't like the ones that people put in dye or the ones that have any kind of color. i like the plain white and yellow ones. i wonder what that says about me?
they were wild where i grew up. i had a huge field of them that belonged to only me...until my brothers would walk out the front door with a football in hand. then the field and my daisies would be invaded by boys. by the end of fourth quarter i had lost a good portion of the daisies.
it's okay though, because the most beautiful ones grew by the little stream that divided the properties. i could just sit on the bridge and stick my feet in the water and send little black snails down the creek on top of a daisy.
my childhood was good when the daisies were growing wild.