Daisies
December 13, 2018
Fifty years and five months ago, Peter and I got married. Although only twelve people attended our wedding, I did wear a white dress. A friend of my mother made an “unrequested” wedding veil for me. Its headband was covered in (not real) daisies.
I remember putting the box containing the veil on the roof of my red VW beetle while I unlocked the car. Then I drove off.
So much for my veil.
Unfortunately, someone found it and turned it in to the little corner grocery store. So I wore it, but it didn’t stop me from loving daisies.
Earlier this week, walking back from the gym, I decided to buy some flowers. Although much of Harvard Square near where we live is mall-ified, the florist shop has been there forever. The owner’s son was not surprised when I asked for daisies.
“You know,” I said to him, “I think I have been buying daisies from you for more than forty years.” “It’s possible,” he said. “I’ve been here for fifty.”
It’s so nice to be “home”.
Lovely. (I carried daisies 52 years ago,)
Posted by: Ellen | December 13, 2018 at 04:16 PM