Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
~Gerard de Nerval
My mom loved daisies ... it was her trademark flower and she had all kinds of things around the house with daisies on them. From tea cups to trivets, pot holders to towels -- daisies, daisies, daisies!
Two years after my mom passed away, a bunch of daisies popped up in our neighbor's yard right along their fence.
Several of the blooms even came through the fence and onto our side to be sure to catch our attention.
In all of the 12 years we had lived here, not once had there been daisies. It was such a beautiful and comforting sight ... to have a small part of my mom so close and so beautiful. The following summer, the daisies came back and I was delighted! The year after that, however, they were gone. I was sad to see them go until my sister called to tell me about the daisies now growing in a space alongside her house where flowers have never grown before. How lovely that my mom's daisies moved on to spend a little time at my sister's house!
Since then, the last place my sister and I have been encountering daisies is at my parents' home. They are usually growing out of the grass right at the place where we step out of our cars when visiting our dad.
(Okay, this one may very well be a weed, but it's a meaningful weed!)
Yes, flowers are beauty for the eye to behold -- but in my case, the beauty of a daisy also uplifts and heals a soul.
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