I kinda have a thing for daisies. They show up in my art and my pendants. But why daisies you may wonder…such a simple little flower. It all stems back…pardon my pun…to my first love. His name was Derek and I loved him with all my heart. He and I connected…he was romantic, and he gave me my very first flower. We were walking along the beach in Newport, it was a really windy day in April and he stopped and picked a daisy from the iceplant and gave it to me. I held on tight to that little white flower so it wouldn’t blow away, and on the drive home I twirled it between my fingers and felt so happy. That little daisy made it’s home in my scrapbook and I held onto it for years. I lost my first love in a car accident when he was only 23. I was broken for many years after that but I still had my daisy. Daisies bring me back to that windy day and it makes me happy, and smile…so now you know.