Once, long ago, I had a house with a garden I'd planted with marguerites. One day on my way home I saw three very small neighborhood children walking along the sidewalk with their little arms filled with white flowers.
:) Uff. There could many little arms filled with white flowers leave Seanhenge.
My favourite flowers. The first bouquet I received, at the age of 6, from a neighbour's 8-year-old son.
Seems it's time for another bouquet, hm?Watch the space Claude. :)
They are so delightful :-)
Yes, they are.The older I get the more I do like them.