2018 by Robert Flournoy
Photo by the author.
sixteen years ago I threw a handful of wildflower seeds onto a small
sunny slope that comes down out of the woods in our back yard.
we bought our home in Franklin, TN, after moving here from Denver
eighteen years ago, I did not realize (due to a listing error on the
part of the selling realtor) that we were getting a lot that was
almost three acres in size. Surrounded by a small forest of
was delighted to learn that it was ours. Full of turkey, deer, owls,
hawks, and hundreds of species of birds, we reveled in the spring,
and fall colors while sitting on our back deck, watching the wild
life gambol all around us. Our decks are over flowing with geraniums,
impatience, and various other colorful flowers, and I was looking
forward to the wildflowers I had “planted” blooming forth
to add to the palate of red buds, dogwoods, and fruit trees that
stretched away into our back yard, leading to the dark woods. The
back yard is long, and wide, and mostly sunny, and when it is cut, it
is a peaceful thing to look at. I cut it twice a year whether it
needs it or not. Once in the late spring, and once in the late fall,
when I am sure that every single leaf has fallen. I do not rake.
spring after the flower seed flinging, we noticed some colorful buds
showing their little faces above the long grass on our sunny slope,
and a few blindingly white daisies, with egg yolk centers. I had
never seen such beautiful daisies, and do not recall what brand I had
purchased. But, they sure were pretty. So, I had the perfect excuse
to put off the spring mowing until June, when the daisies had dried
up, and my cutting would spread the seeds.
the last several years, our family has developed an anticipation of
the return of our daisies. They seem to be the only species that has
survived, on an annual basis, that initial planting, and they come
back over a larger, and larger area every spring. Errant seeds,
caught on the wind, have found their way each year to farther parts
of the yard, and now we not only have a huge central patch of white,
but clumps here and there that are spread out over the entire acre
that is our back yard.
are particularly beautiful when beams of sunlight filter down thru
the forest trees that loom out over the open glades, each new
sprouted spot calling for attention as the light slowly dances its
way around the clearings.
the daisies appear each spring, there is a light happiness in our
family associated with this return. They are ours, and they bind us
somehow after the gray, cold months of winter. I think they feel our
love, because they seem to get bigger, and bigger every year, and
they are now crowding up to our house, all around the deck, and their
faces are clearly turned to where we sit to admire them.
deer lie in them, and so do we, staring at the clouds, content, and
at peace. They do not ask for anything, not even water. Like love,
they are just there for us.
is a Native American tribe in the northeastern part of the country
whose totem is geese, and ducks. Each year, when they return in the
spring, after migrating back to them from the cold winter, there is a
celebration. They put their totems on a pole, in the center of the
village. It is sacred.
family totem must be the daisies that return to us each year. They
affirm that we are now a part of something beautiful, and lucky
enough to know it.
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