Morning Reflections - Victor, Montana

Daisy faces lifted toward

  the morning sun

Air so still 

  the reflections of my heart 

  become clear. 

-P.Richards

(Big thanks to Pat Richards for the guest perspectives - both words and view! Chew on more of her refreshing weekly musings at God's Friday Girl!)

Consider the Field Daisies - Near Frenchtown, Montana

“But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. 

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we."

-G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936), from Orthoudoxy

September Wild Daisy - Flathead Lake, Montana

“If the path set before her feet was to be narrow she knew that flowers of quiet happiness would bloom along it... ” - L.M. Montgomery (1874-1942) in Anne of Green Gables

One Daisy - Teller Trail at Teller Wildlife Refuge, Corvallis, Montana

"...the infinite wealth of Christ’s infinite heart is thine today as though the sun should shine to light one firefly, or the Amazon flow to water the roots of one daisy."   - F.B. Meyer (1847-1929) from The Love Of Christ, Which Passeth Knowledge

 

 

Looking Upward - Lolo, Montana

"I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward."

- Charlotte Bronte (1816-1855)

Alive And Needed - Lolo, Montana

"Don’t ask what the world needs. 
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. 
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

- Howard Thurman (1899-1981)

Daisy Chain - Missoula, Montana

"Fresh smitten by the morning ray,
When thou art up, alert and gay,
Then, cheerful Flower, my spirits play
With kindred gladness..."
- from 'To The Daisy' by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Unwary Comeliness, Missoula, Montana

“Art was the rememberer. He know what he knew and what had been known by a lot of dead kinfolks and neighbors. They lived on in his mind and spoke there, reminding him and us of things that needed to be remembered. Art had a compound mind, as a daisy has a compound flower, and his mind had something of the unwary comeliness of a daisy. Something that happened would remind him of something that he remembered, which would remind him of something that his grandfather remembered. It was not that he “lived in his mind.” He lived in the place, but the place was where the memories were, and he walked among them, tracing them out over the living ground. That was why we loved him.”
- Wendell Berry, in his story “Are You All Right?”, from the five-story volume "Fidelity"

This paragraph brought to mind some beloved and comely daisies in my own dear family. What a delightful blessing, to partake of their rememberings.

Far-Sighted, Missoula, Montana

So, as regards aging, do far-sighted people fret less because they never suddenly notice via the rear-view mirror that their neck is veering into wrinkle-land? Are they typically less stressed than near-sighted folk because their view always defaults to the big picture and so they don’t get hung up on mind-numbing minutiae? I’m not lamenting my natural state of near-sightedness because it's all I know and there is always delight in the details! I just wonder about obscure, weird things sometimes. Especially things outside my experience realm.
 
Any aging far-ies out there, please feel free to grace the comment field with enlightenment.

Remarkable Promise, Missoula, Montana

I love the promise of a not-quite-unfurled blossom.
It’s akin to a backstage pass to a main-stage event - you know the show will be fabulous, but you’re given a special glimpse of the agonizing work and patience required before the stage lights go up full force.

Sunnyside Up, Missoula, Montana

Until peering into this daisy’s face close-up, I never realized that their sunny yellow centre is arranged in the same pattern as that of sunflowers. Orderly rows, on a smaller scale. Pretty amazing design, if you ask me.

Click here to convert your daisies (or your neighbor's - ssshhhhh!) into winsome garlands.

(Thanks again to my sis, C., for nurturing these happy blooms!)