For my younger sister, Lisa.
She loved daisies.
Next month will mark nine years since her untimely passing.
I planted a small pot of Shasta daisies for her a few years ago, when my home was still newer to me.
In the same way as I light a candle for her at every single church I visit abroad, I cannot pass a daisy without thinking of her and sending her my thoughts and wishes.
Now this singular token of remembrance has grown to be so tall and wide, it has taken over a large area along the walkway to my front entrance.
They want to be seen and enjoyed.
They need room to grow.
She did too.
This fall, I will split these abundant flowers so they can take root and bloom all around the house, making several spots carefully chosen to highlight their beauty and give them room to continue to roam.
I think she'd like that.
I hope you are enjoying your flowers.
And most of all, I hope you're doing okay out there, Lis.
💔
