I started plucking petals to the old rhyme 'he loves me, he loves me not', but I didn't mind how it turned out. Instead I wrote 'love' in daisy petals on the ground. Something shifted inside and I felt calmer, more peaceful.
Ox-eye daisies, moon daisies, dog daisies, noínín mor, thank you, you bring the lightness and life of summer and make me smile.
|Ox-eye daisies growing on an old cottage wall|