The Daisy

I love daisies.

The name Daisy means 'Days' eye'

Personally, I would rather have a thousand daisies scattered about than a beautifully-kept lawn.

My grandmothers' fields were home to many beautiful daisies. We would pick them and place them in a glass  on her kitchen table when we were visiting.
My eye would go to them the moment I entered the room. I always thought of them as a pretty flower but was informed that they were actually a weed. There was no way I was accepting that.

My grandmother told me that the daisy would pop up anywhere and she had some in her garden that were not really supposed to be there. She loved that we picked them for her and placed them with love in her kitchen, but in her mind, they were weeds. You see, a weed is a plant in your cultivated area that you don't want. My mother, on the other hand, would plant them in our garden along our fence at home and call them a flower, the 'happy' flower. I preferred that and grew to love them.

When you hold a bouquet of daisies you are holding a bouquet of contradictions.

There are thousands of species of daisies. Above is the Shasta Daisy.

Today, along with buying some cat grass to grow for the kitties

 I purchased some seeds and will scatter them at our lot as soon as the weather permits.

 They will always be thought of as a flower, never a weed. The 'happy' flower.

hugs, Deb