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🌼The Daisy Season
Every year, when the daisies return, I’m reminded that time has its own rhythm.
In early spring, the soil still cool, I wonder if they’ll bloom again with the same color and brightness.
Then one morning, almost unnoticed, buds appear. Days later, the whole garden lifts its face to the sun — white, lilac, and deep crimson — a choir of petals swaying together.
What amazes me most isn’t the beauty. It’s the patience.
These daisies don’t rush. They rest through the cold, gather unseen strength, then rise when the season is right.
For me, they’re more than flowers. They’re teachers.
They show me that cycles matter: rest is not wasted, waiting is not weakness, and growth often happens underground before it ever shows in the light.
My children run their fingers over the blossoms, counting colors, asking when they can pick one for the table.
That small ritual — family gathered around a vase of fresh daisies — becomes nourishment too.
Wisdom: Tend the soil, trust the season. Life blooms when it’s ready, not when you demand it.
