Daisies Don't Tell
It was springtime, and Joe and I were moving some friends from one garden to another. Pushing a wheelbarrow full of day lilies up our sloping lawn toward their new home, I happened to look down in time to stop before flattening two scraggly little wild daisies who had valiantly struggled up through the grass. They looked so forlorn I took pity on them and started to navigate around them. Just at that moment, the man who mows our lawn pulled into the driveway with his trusty John Deere. On impulse I whipped the trowel out of my pocket, dug up the little daisies and tossed them on top of my load. Also on impulse I dug a couple of little holes in the newly prepared soil in the border, stuck in the daisies, gave them a quick drink of water, and turned my attention to the lilies.
Spring rolled around, and Joe and I planted marigolds and petunias in the borders. When their little green shoots appeared, we noticed a few little strangers coming up among them and for some reason didn't pull them out with the dandelions and other weeds. And when they bloomed, we realized what they were. Daisies.
Another year passed, and April found us on a pilgrimage to my old haunts in Texas -- missing planting season here in Maine. During our trip we lamented that there would be only lilies blooming in our garden that summer. No marigolds, no petunias.... We dreaded the moment when we'd drive in the driveway again and see nothing but clover and the dreaded dandelions.
Well, we were right. There weren't any marigolds or petunias. And we were wrong. There was no clover, nor were there dandelions. Those unwelcome intruders had been valiantly chased away. And in their place, swaying in the breeze as if waving a homecoming welcome ... hundreds and hundreds of white and yellow flowers. Daisies.
Many springtimes have come and gone since that day, and the lilies continue to flourish. We always have geraniums in pots on the deck, petunias and marigolds, alyssum and lobelia in the window boxes.
And in the border, wild daisies.
"Daisies don't tell." They may not tell, but show them a small kindness, and they sing ... and continue singing for years to come.
Their song is titled "Thank you."