Friday flowers…daisies

Once the weather and our health had finally improved, his parents and I took my grandson to the park where his perpetual energy found a better outlet than in a small, two-bedroom apartment. There I discovered signs of spring, one of which were a number of these small daisies in patches throughout the grass. I felt much as Edna did, only substituting “photograph” for “touch.” I fell far short of a hundred, but they certainly made me glad.

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Friday flowers…daisies

According to my Pl@ntNet app, these are alpine daisies or if not, another sort of daisy even though we usually expect daisies to be white. But as a friend says, “You never know, you know.”

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer

for Six Word Saturday 6.19.21