I'm half crazy, all for the likes of you! It won't be a fancy marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.
That was the part of the song that I used to sing to my nieces and nephews as a lullaby. I would change out their name in place of "Daisy".
Daisies were always my mother's favorite flower. She said they looked like perpetual smiles. The golden circle like a face's glowing so brightly that the eyes, nose and mouth are obscured by the brilliance of the light. The pure white pedals surrounding the face, fluttering in the wind. And in the garden with the baby's breath around it, a gentle airy lace that pulls the smile out so that it floats across the garden.
I love flowers. So much that despite my allergies, I sit out in the gardens and weed. Although most of the times the weeds look like they are winning.
I am an eclectic person. I’ve broken the mold for the stereotype of what an accountant is like (as an accountant with a very creative side). I LOVE to challenge what “always has been”. Let’s look at things and think about them. Is there a "better" out there that we have missed because “it’s always been this way”? “Live, Laugh and Love” is one of my mottos. There is so much beauty in life we just need to stop and appreciate it. “Dance like no one is watching!” because the music in your head doesn’t match what’s playing for anyone else. :^)