Summertime in New Zealand is an explosion of daisies in green grass. The daisies only open after sunrise, after the tree-shadows retreat from the lawn.
Sometimes I sit for an hour, weaving the daisies into crowns, or making them into fragile rings - one for each finger.
To do this, I carefully peel the stem into two parts till they reach the spongy middle section of the daisy. I wrap the divided stem parts around my finger, then twirl them until they have looped together, to make the whole thing stay. When I wear my daisy rings I am very cautious with my hands and my movements are quite delicate.
“One can get as much exaltation in losing oneself in a little thing as in a big thing.
It is nice to think how one can be recklessly lost in a daisy!”
