I want a whole field of poppies in tribute to my wonderful grandfather, who we fondly called Popie growing up. A WWII vet, an amazing man.... kind, loving, caring, and always good at making everyone smile and laugh.... oh how I miss him!
The Field Daisy by Ann Taylor ~ I'm a pretty little thing, Always coming with the spring; In the meadows green I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is cover'd flat With a white and yellow hat.
Always reminds me of my dad when I was a little girl. He was mowing the lawn, and he picked up our swing set with one hand and I thought he was the strongest man in the world. I felt safe and happy in that moment, and since then, freshly cut grass always brings me back to that moment. I love my dad!!