Daisies were my mother’s favorite flowers … I guess I inherited these quivering feelings-every year the soul waits for the white petals to open, releasing yellow cores.
As a child, I loved to draw daisies. Then, when I got a little older, I used them to find the answer to the burning question: “Does he love you? Doesn’t like it?..”:) And she was always upset if it turned out that she “did not like”, but the next flower after the “divination” gave an optimistic forecast, and the good mood certainly returned))
I used to grow large garden daisies, too, but my heart seems to belong forever to those common wildflowers that now cover the clearing near my house.
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