One of the unexpected joys of visiting my daughter on Vancouver Island is recognizing wild flowers familiar to me from my childhood in Wales. Among the most spectacular is this golden broom. Real bluebells are growing on my daughter’s lot and this combined with holly made me stop in my tracks. The sweetest memory was evoked by these beloved daisies. It has been one looong time since I made a daisy chain. Once you know, it seems, you never forget.
Will read tomorrow.Am now bushed.Good nightSent from my Galaxy
You are in your elements. So glad that you are enjoyig yourself.