a single daisy
a nature diary
Gardens are always changing, day after day, year after year.
When we moved into our house, nearly two decades ago, we inherited the perennial garden in the front yard, along with a few baby trees. And in those intervening years, the trees have gotten (a lot) bigger. Plants have grown or spread or, in some cases, faded away entirely. We’ve planted some things and marveled at others that have moved around or arrived seemingly out of nowhere (the work of clever bird and squirrel gardeners, no doubt).
On the sunny side, we filled a bare spot with rudbeckia, which has since spread to fill the entire planting bed with bright yellow flowers.
And on the now-shady side, the hellebores have thrived … while the daisies, well, haven’t quite. The plants are still there, but I don’t think they get as much sun as they would like, or as they did when the trees were small. So we don’t have nearly the number of flowers there as we used to.
But a single daisy is sometimes just as delightful as a whole armful of them.
I’m glad to have you with me on another nature walk.
If you’re curious, I also write very short, fictional tales inspired by our garden and its wildlife — quiet stories for adults who still love children’s books. Feel free to wander through at ReadPurr.com.
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It’s amazing to have spent decades with your garden evolving around you. How wonderful!