I love daisy time in the Northwest. For weeks, my pastures are full of them, and they fill the ditches and the roadsides with their happy faces. With a little help, they also thrive in my flower beds. My husband calls them "real daisies," and refuses to consider the claim of any other. When you grow up here, where they grow in such abundance, it's hard to disagree.
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