"I'll give you a daisy a day dear..."Remember that song?
Sweet.
I'm reminded of that as I spy my first daisy of the season.
Daisies bring back many memories now that I ponder a bit.
Daisy is the name of a sweet little girl in Peru that I sponsored for years.
When I was her age, it was the name of my blue Schwinn bike.
It's also the name in a song my friend and I sang in a her backyard..."Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do. I'm half crazy over the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, but you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two." We were big into doing shows of any sort back then. My friend and I were having a circus to raise money for Muscular Dystrophy and that was our featured performance. We were really good, I'm pretty sure. It was a "Little Rascals" type affair, with all homespun skills and props. My brothers and sister were enlisted as local talent. I know we had an audience of neighborhood kids, so we must have made a little bit of change for the cause.
Being in the country, and so spread out it was a big deal to have a friend over or to go visit. You didn't just walk next door.
Walking next door meant hiking across the field in one of three directions.
Hiking through the daisies.
"He loves me, he loves me not..."
I was taking a walk the other morning and was delighted to see some summer daisies along the way! Very timely and wonderful post! Enjoy!
ReplyDeleteMy daisies are about to pop, Donna. Sweet little memory, this. We used to put on shows too, to just have fun & sometimes to raise money for some cause we had heard about. Love the little bits you shared.
ReplyDeleteI love the way the daisies brought back memories for you, Donna. Sweet memories, too!
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