I think this came from the wildflower mix I sprinkled near my garden this past spring. I'm not sure just what kind it is but I love it. It's so delicate and sweet.
Does anyone know what kind it is? Julia? Anyone? :0)
This my entry for this week.
Daisies
by Evaleen Stein
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
And often while I'm dreaming so,
Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.
For, when at morning I arise,
There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.