I love the steady progression of Spring-blooming wildflowers; and daisies, in particular, touch my heart. How many daisy crowns did I craft for my sweet little girl and her friends all those years ago? Countless! Hot Summer evenings, little girls giggling, daisy crowns popped proudly onto the tops of their heads — I remember clearly. I found these daisies soaking in the sunshine, not in the yard but along the bank of the Ohio River; and my sweet little girl is now thirty-one years old, but no matter. When I see a daisy, I still hear her giggling.
