Wild Children Bring Me Wild Daisies

I never knew that daisies grew wild. I'm still not sure that they do, but in our backyard today, the kids found a batch of daisies growing in the middle of some weeds and rocks. They were so excited with this discovery.

Isabelle was the first child who ran over to me with the others on her heels. They asked if they could pick the flowers for me. How could I say no to that?So away they ran back down the hill. I watched them take turns choosing and picking the flowers. Within a few minutes, they all came running back up that hill. The smiles on their faces were evident before they were within earshot.

One by one, they presented me with their fistful bundles of flowers. Olivia went all out and actually pulled her daisies out of the ground, roots and all. If I had had more forethought, we would have planted those daisies right by our backdoor. Instead, I trimmed the roots and added them to my "vase" (an empty glass) with all the others.

These flowers are beautiful. I smile every time I look at them. Their simplicity, their meaning, the fact that they were given easily yet lovingly from my children...all those things I see when I glimpse at those flowers.
Is there any better way to add peace to a busy kitchen than to have a bouquet of fresh, hand-picked wild daisies as a backdrop to dirty dishes?

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