Daisy from Swain Woods

Do you remember the tale of Swain Woods a few months ago?
If you do a search with the word "Whimsey" you will find the first three parts.

This is a continuation of the story, a story I am sharing with you from my child's heart.

Daisy speaks softly, but shines in the sun; she is the middle sister, the creative one they say.

Daisy tiptoed softly over the mossy ground.  How she delighted in the warmth of the summer sun.  It would shine in speckled light through the branches of the tall fir trees.  The blue bird would come to sit nearby and sing just for Daisy, a song that caused JOY to bubble in laughter and smiles.  Daisy had a heart of gold and emanated happiness and a smile to my face each time I encountered her.  There was a special sweetness that surrounded her.  Some days she would sit in the meadow and make daisy chains for those around her.  Have you made a daisy chain, she would ask?  Her mama taught her long ago.  She would pick a basket of daisies, make slits in each stem, then thread the stems together and form a chain.  The chain was wrapped through her curls and created a crown worth all the golden colors in the world.  How I would love a chain of daisies sitting in my hair for it would make my heart sing and my toes to dance through the meadow.  It would be a remembrance of times sitting in the sun with this dear little fairy named Daisy.

Have you made daisy chains to delight your soul?