The Journey Inward

While out for a walk Sunday morning, I saw a patch of the happiest, prettiest, cheeriest daisies I’d seen this season. They made me smile. So much so that a few houses later, I decided to turn back and capture them with my camera. Daisies have made me smile since I was a little girl. Something about how easy they were to draw, how cute they were on dresses, how sweet they were on a headband, how colorful they could be. I grew daisies at my very first house, in a garden I lovingly researched, bought, planted and cared for on my own.

Later that afternoon, my oldest friend called to share a funny story about her mom, who is suffering from dementia and has forgotten so much. What she hasn’t forgotten is all the little sayings that dotted our childhood, such as “Oh, bother,” “The leaves haven’t even hit their stride yet,” “That’s just fluff and stuff,” and “Isn’t that just divine?” All said with a broad smile from a woman as consistent and predictable as night following day. She is a positive force of nature. Her name? Daisy.

Photo: New Jersey, 10.13.24 by LA