At a yard sale the other weekend, I saw this daisy jar. Since it fit the theme of this blog, I just couldn't resist!
It might be a nice place to hide my chocolates. No one will tell, right?
Whenever I see daisies, I always smile. Anyone remember making those daisy chains? They would be turned into "crowns" or necklaces. And of course we would pluck petals as we kept score - he loves me he loves me not..
Some years ago, I received a copy of Kate Greenaway's The Language of Flowers through a gift exchange. I looked up daisy - and its meaning was innocence. With its pure white petals and childhood memories, I think the daisy fits this meaning perfectly.