Loves Me, Loves Me Not

I remember as a child finding wild daisies growing here and there in the summer. Now that I think about it, I hope it wasn't someone's garden. My little pals and I loved plucking the petals to the words. I always saved one for my Mum.

I know winter has been kind this year, but I am a Spring person, seeing green sprouting up in my garden, I am hoping the wait is not long.