Now that my jonquils have come and gone, my garden is now flooded with those "happy" little white and yellow flowers called daisies that sprang up from last-year's seeds that fell.
The word daisy is found in songs, girls' names, and even Dagwood's dog; and how often have their petals been plucked to the tune of, "He loves me; he love me not."
There are actually thousands of varieties of daisies including the Gerbera, African, and Chrysanthemum type with which we are most familiar, and they are all low-maintenance.
They love the sun, are not bothered by insects nor disease, and their underground network allows them to spread throughout the garden.
Daisies grow between eight and twenty-four inches tall, and it's quite a treat for me to go out and look at that sea of white, gently moving with the breeze, flooding my garden.
"Fresh as a daisy" pretty well describes it.