My grandmother, Dee Dee, loved daisies. They were her favorite flower. When I would ask her why she would always say, "because daisies never tell."
And I guess that is true. If you play "he loves me, he loves me not," you can end on the one you want if you allow the 'yellow' center of the daisy to act as a petal. Obviously, when I was little, I always wanted to land on he loves me. And if I pulled the last petal on he loves me not, I for damn sure pulled the center. I vividly remember pulling the yellow petal and proclaiming with a huge grin,"he loves me! yes!"
But what intrigued my Gram the most about daisies was their ability to represent the blessing of today and the excitement of the unknown. Life is unpredictable and incredibly humorous. Daisies remind me of the importance of "keeping it simple, stupid," a Gram saying. They are my favorite flower and by far, a cherished puzzle piece.
Puzzle pieces - the random things that make HP, HP.
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