The daisies in my yard are blooming. Such a cheery little flower-whether it’s a wild variety or a cultivated one matters not to me. As a skinny little girl I believed the flower could foretell my future. Did the boy I had a crush on like me back? All I had to do was grab a daisy and start pulling petals to find the answer. He did love me! Would we ever have children together? The answer to this important question lie within the yellow center. Once the bajillon little pieces were loose in my hand-I threw them into the air and then counted how many were left behind to find the exact number of my future children.
Did you ever believe in such silliness?
Tipper
Appalachia Through My Eyes – A series of photographs from my life in Southern Appalachia.
Oh yes, plucked many a daisy and hoped for “he loves me.”
I’ll admit to still plucking a daisy — with wistful questions now though…
They are blooming down here in my yard. I have mowed around each bunch of blooming daisies and I dare anyone to mow them down before they are done blooming. LOL
Tis true!!!
As a child I’d pick a daisy from our garden and anxiously pulled the petals to see if the boy I was in love with loved me back.
Oh, yes, I used to do this. Also slept on a piece of wedding cake, hoping to dream of my future husband.
Absolutely, I was constantly trying to foresee the future. I even made up my own “tells” such as if I can do this 3 times, such and such will happen or I’ll be a movie star when I grow up. Such fun!
i love daisies, and every time i see them it reminds me of my senior prom.. as that was the flowers my partner chose for me, and carnations.. they are such a simple and cheery flower.. and makes me smile 🙂
i love how you remind us all of the beauty and grace in the everyday things. sending big big ladybug hugs
lynn
Of course, I believed in such silliness! I did the apple thing, too.
Tipper,
I did that daisy pedal thing a lot
when I was in about the second grade. Thats when I saw my first
love! She was the prettiest thing
in school and had a walk like she
didn’t have a care in the world. I
caught spring lizzards, sold them and bought her a silver bracelet.
We didn’t have any wrapping paper
so I stole a piece of pink ribbon
from mama’s box of stuff and tied
a bow on it. At school we had to
sit in alpahbetical order and a
girl was between us who handed our
notes back and forth. After I sent
the bracelet behind me I got a
note that simply read “thank you”.
The next week my name was on the
bracelet she was wearing. Yep, life was good…Ken
Yes, I used to do the daisy thing all the time!! I clicked on the link to Shape -Note-Singing and oh my…what memories!! I can barely remember a few singing schools at our church growing up in the late 60’s. They are unheard of now. It was a wonderful time of anticipation. It was a chance to cultivate the rich musical heritage of our area, a chance for Christian fellowship and a time to be blessed as well. Church was our social outlet growing up and I don’t mean that in the way churches “socialize” today. I mean we were happy to be a part of the church services, revivals, Bible Schools, Homecomngs, etc. We just loved our church. Still do!! Wouldn’t trade my childhood for a farm in Georgia (no offense to Georgia). Your girls are getting a wonderful education in their heritage. I commend you as a parent. There’s so much that has been lost in our area.
Tipper, I’ve heard of that but don’t honestly remember ever doing it…perhaps I should try it now…the loves me, loves me not part NOT the kids part!lol
You don’t really need to do it ever again. I can tell you, the the Deer Hunter loves you and the girls more than his own breath!
I destroyed many daisy’s as i ws growing up, just like this. i love daisy’s and they are my favorite cut flowers for the kitchen table.
Absolutely, but the charm kind of wore off for me when the daisy reported I would have 12 children 😉
Yes like other girls i picked off the petals and day dreamed of prince charming. Was fun searching for the daisies just to leave them torn on the ground.
Daisies are my favorite any and all varieties! They were also my wedding flower along with the simple carnation. Simple is always better to me.
Tipper,
Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not…If it didn’t work out we would just pick another daisey and start over…
Never picked our number of children by the yellow center…we would use those for pretend food on our playhouse plates…
I pick daisies today and bring them in to put in an old milk bottle…they last quite a while..but I give them a wash to get rid of the clover mites…We are never without roadside and field flowers in Appalachia…and I think they make the most natural arrangements with a sprig or two of honeysuckle hanging over…
We did the same thing, but I have never heard of the means for fortelling the number of children.
I have plucked the petals of a daisy is see if he loved me, but I had never heard of the technique to determine the number of kids.
Yes I did and if the flower didn’t work for me then I moved on to the apple stem, twisting it carefully while reciting the alphabet. When the stem came off with a corresponding letter it fortold who my true love is… if I could come up with a name with that letter anyway.
Those were the days my friend!
The Daisies bloom much later here, and I love them. We actually had them for our wedding; and someone picked them from a roadside for the tables at the reception! I have a large number of Shasta daisies in the yard, and enjoy them every year.