DAISIES FOR DAYS

"Why Daisies?"

He, the boo asked one day when I am thanking

him for sending me a bouquet of my very favorite flowers.

Before knowing my favorite, he had sent Lilies and Roses.

I love all flowers, especially those grown and cut from the yard.

The last bouquet he graced me with, he knew me well enough

to let the florist know (she shared this info. with me)

not to arrange them as I like arranging my flowers myself.

How he does this, remembers all these little things I may

say or do that he does not forget..... IDK but it is why he is MY BOO!

So back to the original question,

"Why Daisies?"

Here is my answer.....

A little tyke in the hospital, battling cancer,

One memory.... Daisies from my Uncle Luke and Aunt Tim,

often. but not from a florist, picked and brought from

his yard. My hospital room usually had lots of flowers,

but the ones brought by Uncle Luke were always my favorite.

They were not arranged fancy like the florist bought ones.

My eyes often, as a young child, laying in that bed,

were drawn to those daisies.

I have sporadic memories of the years I fought cancer,

this memory, one of my favorites.

As I got older, when visiting my Uncle and Aunt,

I noticed that daisies always grew in abundance between

a narrow patch of dirt between the house and the drive.

I never left without a handful of them.

I always loved putting these daisies in my bedroom, having

them sit there and even then I realized the beauty

of what one small group of fresh flowers can bring to a room.

Now, I try and keep fresh flowers in my cottage as 

often as I can. 

Back to the daisies. When I would see the daisies at my 

Uncle's home I would like to believe he planted them for me,

only me, his baby niece who was fighting a battle that

seemed I would not win. I never asked him if that was 

the case, because I want to still believe that was the reason

they grew there.

As a teen, I was going over there to pick Uncle Luke's daisies

so often that my Dad went and dug up a few plants and

planted them for me in our own flowerbeds.

Each spring, my room was filled with them.

Now I am an adult, daisies still give me that warm feeling

they did way back when.

This past weekend, me and the boo went to Whole Foods

where there were real daisies, traditional in color,

white with yellow centers, Shasta Daisies and I just

had to have some as all of the ones I planted in my yard last

year died. I pick out four beautiful plants, the last there were

and the Boo bought them for me...

"BE STILL MY HEART" 

and this is why it will always be Daisies...

"DAISIES FOR DAYS"