We have had much more rain this winter than usual, even the water table level that has been getting dangerously low for some years has returned to normal. This is all good stuff for gardeners and I look forward to seeing many more wild flowers this year. What has surprised me is the crop of daisies that has appeared in the grass around the house. I had not noticed their absence until they appeared in quantity this year. In the wet west of Scotland there is no shortage of daisies in the grass and making daisy chains was a summer pastime. I hated the lawnmowers that put an end to them and created a boring green plain. I was difficult to console and had little sympathy with the adults who assured me the daisies would soon reappear.
I have my own daisies now and I have enjoyed photographing them and capturing the variety of shapes and colours as they unfold. Some begin with deep raspberry-tinted petals and some are round like miniature peonys. Some unfold coquettishly, others frankly becoming completely white, while others retain a pink rim to the petals.
But the fateful day was sure to come. I was informed that if the grass was not cut the machine would not be able to cope. I begged a stay of execution for a patch with speedwell and dandelions near the plum tree and my mining bee nests. The rest of the grass is now more or less green.
At least I have my photographs.
And I am comforted that Rabbie Burns, Scotland’s national poet felt pretty bad about seeing the daisies cut down too. His poem is to a Mountain Daisy but I’m sure its like my daisies.
To A Mountain Daisy (Written in 1786)
Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow’r,
Thou’s met me in an evil hour;
For I maun crush amang the stoure
Thy slender stem:
To spare thee now is past my pow’r,
Thou bonie gem.
To read more or to listen to it being read, http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/robertburns/works/to_a_mountain_daisy/