Childhood memories of me, my sister, and my cousin, sitting in the sunshine on our grandmothers porch pulling the petals off the daisies chanting "he loves me.. he loves me not"...and none of us at that young age (9,10,11) having a boyfriend.
I had a hard time getting daisies to live here. I think we had too much shade. Eventually one flower bed had a couple of trees removed close to it and I finally had enough sun to grow the daisies. My mom, who now lives in Grandma's old house, had daisies and gave me some. We have taken down many trees over the years and now have several sunny areas to grow sun loving flowers. Daisies are still some of my favorites!!
