my best friend, my other half, "my sister" loves daisies. we have been best friends and "sisters" since we met. i can't explain why, but we just have. we are so close that we feel each others pain, quite literally. more than once i have crumpled to the floor in pain for no apparent reason, realizing that it's not me but her. a quick call and, "what are you doing?! knock it off!" has always explained the sudden problem. we thought i was pregnant since i was showing all signs, including milk, until we figured out that it was her. no kidding. we are that close. being so far away has been, to say the least, difficult. every time i see these daisies, i think of her, i miss her. sometimes i smile, sometimes i tear, but it just gives me a second of memory and closeness to my best friend.
so, now that i'm crying, back to the daisies.
since they were not covered by pallets of stone this year, i decided to move them to a more suitable home. i cleaned out a flower bed that sits right in front of where we park and the first thing you see as you sit on the porch or come down the stairs. i just wanted them closer, somewhere i could have my memories right near by. its still a mess right now, and the bed needs more work, the daisies need more flower friends, but my sister's daisies are in, the rest can wait. they are all staked up, they got to be about 3 feet tall to compete with the weeds. isn't that how life makes us grow?