Today I drove by a meadow filled with wild daisies.
When I see those waves of white, I can't help but feel good.
Most likely because some of my happiest memories are connected to daisies:
attending my cousin's daisy-themed wedding when I was a little girl,
picking a bouquet of daisies for my mom,
sitting in the soft grass, plucking the petals of a field daisy
and playing "loves me, loves me not."
The simple daisy, a type of aster, grows all over the world.
Since daisies are such a prolific wildflower,
I'm sure everyone must have a happy memory to share.