Is there anything in this world more lovely, precious, and cheerful than a daisy? I think not. Except perhaps a little girl completely enraptured by said daisies.
It's hard to believe it's already time for daisies again, but it must be true. Because there they are, those perky, enthusiastic, happy go lucky little weeds that melt my heart.
Our afternoon stroll to meet Mark as he came home from work took twice as long as usual, because what's a girl to do with so many pretty flowers just begging to be plucked? And what's a mama to do, but stop and take pictures of it all?
Is there anything in this world more lovely, precious, and cheerful than a daisy? I think not. Except perhaps a little girl completely enraptured by said daisies. 
It's hard to believe it's already time for daisies again, but it must be true. Because there they are, those perky, enthusiastic, happy go lucky little weeds that melt my heart. 
Our afternoon stroll to meet Mark as he came home from work took twice as long as usual, because what's a girl to do with so many pretty flowers just begging to be plucked? And what's a mama to do, but stop and take pictures of it all?
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