Hurray for the humble, common daisy! Trodden underfoot, eaten by cows and mowed over in our lawns. Still it thrives and stars our grassy swards. Symbol in the language of flowers for innocence, I think for me it must mean resilience. For all of us who need to continually pick ourselves up and bounce back ( Is that everyone?) Here's to the daisy then.
Daisy box- made a few years ago - beads for daisies.
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