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THE SECRET LIFE OF DAISIES


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When I heard that daisies have a secret life, I decided to set out immediately to discover what it is. How dare this common garden dweller have a “secret life”? I soon found out that daisies never tell. Not to be discouraged, I proceeded at once to retrace my steps and lift a few stones along the way.

Through the garden gate to the little haus in the bottom of the garden, I peeked inside to see if there were any trace of a daisy. On my way I found marigolds, geraniums, pelargoniums, roses both prim and not, but not a daisy.

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Painters, sculptors, poets and writers from all over the world have celebrated the garden’s beauty, mystery and frustration it can bring.
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The robin’s song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me. Get up and get out in the garden
For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener’s blood.

The magic spell is upon me,
I’m glad that I did not wait;
For life’s at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.

I peeked inside and found sunflowers, pots of ivy, mementos from a misspent youth, a few ragtag animal pictures, but not a daisy in sight.

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This little corner of pleasure bringing comfort to a tired gardener is where I ponder the important chores of my day.

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Out the door, I see the trees are budding, and Spring is nearly upon us. Charlie lounges comfortably on the warm brick, unaware of daisies and their secrets.

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Flowers don’t worry about how they’re going to bloom, they just open up and turn toward the light, and that makes them beautiful. Jim Carrey

Gardens heighten nature’s wild language by simplifying it, by sieving its complex messages to extract a choice kernel; a subtle flow of time; a boundary that is and yet isn’t; a balance born of imbalances. We amplify natures messages when we build a garden and in turn the garden awakens us with those thoughts. Sitting and reflecting, drawn into the garden and out of ourselves, we find we are aware of familiar things in ways we weren’t before, granted, if only for a brief moment.

A pleasant hour spent in this garden with its scent of sweet alyssum and roses, laughing at the flight of angry hummingbirds fighting over a single feeder and at the end, not a daisy in sight. Daisies really DO have a secret life.

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6 comments on “THE SECRET LIFE OF DAISIES

  1. These two lines reminded me of another poem:

    “The magic spell is upon me,
    I’m glad that I did not wait…”

    Doesn’t that have an echo of the rhythm of Bronte’s “Spellbound”?

    “The night is darkening round me,
    The wild winds coldly blow;
    But a tyrant spell has bound me
    And I cannot, cannot go.

    As for the daisies, I know where they have gone. They’re out and about with the dandelions and daylilies, on bicycles built for two!

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    • I neglected to credit Howard Dolf for the poem–sorry. I loved the Bronte poem but didn’t pick up on the similarity. I like the Bronte better.
      You’re a crazy girl. Lesson for the day: write me a poem about daisies on bicycles they may divulge all their secrets then we’ll both know.

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  2. Wonderful post, Kayit! One of your very best. A pleasure to read from start to finish. They do have secret lives daisies, esp those seaside daisies, as in “where do they spring from?” and “what are they growing in?” xx

    PS. When I was a little girl, my father used to sing to me the song that Shoreacres refers to, “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true/I’m half crazy all for the love of you/It won’t be a stylish marriage/I can’t afford a carriage/But you’ll look sweet upon the seat/Of a bicycle built for two.”

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    • Thanks Narelle. I always liked that little song too, though I never thought about an actual daisy riding behind.
      It’s beginning to be gardening weather, and I have several trees beginning to pop their blossoms. With the drought it’s hard to stop myself from planting annuals this year. I feel sorry for the farmers.

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  3. I love your little house paintings, Kayti. I was somewhat taken aback when I recently learned that my frog painting on the back of the toilet door is still in situ in the home of my Mr Ex. I guess his new kids loved it too. I loved painting stuff for my kids. Garfield for my daughter and a Coke sign for my son, and that snake from Snake Tales; though the latter may have been my effort at cake decorating, not on the wall. I must check my photos.

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  4. I really laughed at this Christine. I once painted on the underside of the toilet seat “It’s so nice to have a man around the house> I wondered why one male friend kept going into the bathroom so often! I paint a lot of murals for people.

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