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I have always loved mums and daisies. I am taken with their simplicity and down-homeness. (I know there is no such word, but perhaps there should be.) These flowers never fail to make me smile. I love them in any color, but the white ones connote even more of a clean, almost spiritual goodness—like the feeling I got as a child seeing clean white sheets drying on the clothesline behind the little wood frame house where I grew up. Is there anything better than a gentle breeze transforming sparkling clean sheets into fluttering alabaster banners sailing jauntily over a sea of green grass? As I grew older, I thought so. Now, I know better.
A long gap, from July when you went 'off the air'. Good to see you are blogging again, am enjoying your pictures and writing once again!
ReplyDeleteWhat pleasant memories you brought back of my mother hanging out freshly washed sheets on the clothes lines behind our house while I ran about playing. How wonderful the smelled when after drying in the sun and breeze all day they were placed upon my bed. I can smell them now. :-)
ReplyDeleteNothing like simple daisies to bring some warmth and freshness to this time of year! :-)
ReplyDeleteAnil - It was no fun being "of the air". Thanks for the welcome back.
ReplyDeleteEarl - Those sheets on the line are one of m favorite of childhood memories. I would often tag along behind my mom and "help" her.
ReplyDeleteMark - I can't think of any flowers that I dislike, but perhaps I feel that I have a great deal in common with the plain, simple blossoms.
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