The daisy’s for simplicity and unaffected air.
~ Robert Burns
Daisies can be found almost anywhere, growing in gravel along the roadside as well as in carefully tended gardens. Yet, regardless of where they find themselves, they are consistently unassumingly pretty flowers with a simple design: Circles of yellow surrounded by numerous petals of white. Throughout the day, daisies follow the sun in the sky, turning their faces slowly from east to west.
As a child I often picked bouquets of daisies but found it difficult to find any that weren’t a magnet for tiny insects. They are a favorite with bees and beetles.
I also used daisies to decorate mud pies and made daisy chains to wear around my neck. Who has not plucked the petals from a daisy repeating, ‘he loves me, he loves me not?’ Daisies and childhood seem to go together. They are a symbol of innocence and loyal love.
Their Latin name Bellis Perennis means perennial beauty. A perennial is usually a flower that lives for more than two years. The name daisy originates with Day’s eye, as they are open from dawn to dusk.
The daisy is a favorite of my friend Rhonda who is 28 today. Like the daisy, she has retained her sweetness and simple country girl manner throughout the years. Here’s a spiral of 28 daisies to mark the occasion. In this day and age, staying sweet despite our years is no easy feat and an accomplishment well worth celebrating.
Child of the Year! that round dost run
Thy course, bold lover of the sun,
And cheerful when the day’s begun
As lark or leveret,
Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain;
Nor be less dear to future men
Than in old time; -thou not in vain
Art Nature’s favourite.
~ William Wordsworth, To the Daisy