Daisies! A field of daisies, gently swaying in the wind, a center of gold ringed with white petals, a whole field of daisies. If you stop and stand very still the field takes on a life of its own. I stood and stared. The flowers are so alive. I stood and stared some more and began to remember the fields of daisies of my youth.
Somewhere in the pre-teen years, I learned the verse of many young men and women who had fallen in love for the first time. Do you remember it? You take the daisy in your hand, if you are a boy you probably do this alone and slightly hidden. Then blushing slightly you take the petals off one at a time. The first petal is accompanied with the words she loves me. The second petal is linked to the words she loves me not. You repeat the process until you come to the last petal. Is it she loves me or she loves me not? I remember the first time I did this, attempting to determine if the girl of my dreams loved me or not. I also remember that I destroyed daisies one petal at a time until I got the right final answer.
I did some research (Google) and discovered that the origin of this verse is a French game devised as a way of finding out if some one loves you. Maybe the field of daisies swaying gently in the early morning breeze is a love story of its own.
Did you ever play the daisy game? Do you remember the person that you wanted to love and have them love you? If you do, write a story about the daisy and the girl or boy of your dreams. What did the daisy tell you about your first love?