Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “Daisies”
“Without mysteries, life would be very dull indeed. What would be left to strive for if everything were known?” ~ Charles de Lint My first mystery photo didn’t do too badly. Not everyone got it and not everyone didn’t get it. The popular guess was a honeycomb. Very reasonable guess since just a few weeks ago I was all about …
“If the English language made any sense, lackadaisical would have something to do with a lack of flowers.” ~Doug Larson No shortage of those daisies around here! I’m talking about ox-eye daisies like these that jump up all over the place to cheer up a field or a roadside ditch. They are sometimes called field daisies, common daisies, dog daisies …
Yellow Flower #30 Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul. (Luther Burbank) If you follow the conversation on my Facebook page, you know I’ve been posting yellow flowers. I started around the first of May when I spotted a pretty little mystery yellow flower. A mystery because I didn’t …
There are always flowers for those who want to see them. (Henri Matisse) I usually take a walk every day if at all possible. My dog, Oscar, would be disappointed if we didn’t, although on some of the hotter days in summer, he sometimes looks at me as if he thinks I might have lost my mind wanting to walk …
June 23, 1965 Jocie Brooke here reporting from Hollyhill, Kentucky. It’s summer and it’s hot! This morning Aunt Love called it daisy weather. Now if you know Aunt Love, that probably surprises you. She isn’t the type you would ever bring a bunch of daisies to from the field. If I did, she’d just tell me to make sure I …
“If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.” (Nadine Stair) Have you ever thought about what you might do differently if you had your life to live over? Or …
“He loves me; he love me not.” Decisions, decisions! When you were a kid, did you ever pluck the petals of a daisy one by one with the “he loves me, he loves me not” chant? I did. Most of the time I didn’t have anybody in mind to love me or not love me. I was too young for …