I love this daisy patch from my front yard. Full. Vibrant. There’s some flowers that are brand new. Some that are dying. The mix is beautiful to me. Simple reminders of life that would be fun to wax on with — but mostly today I’m just drawn to the beauty of this patch that greets me as I enter and leave my home, and that I can see through my window from my desk where I most often work.
My first association with these daisies is “wild.” These flowers grow like crazy every year. I trim them to the ground in the fall, and usually once in the summer. They reseed like nobody’s business. I also thin them a bit each spring. Ain’t no risk of no daisies next year.
And then, “domestication” comes to mind. These daisies grow in a designated flower and vegetable patch. They don’t grow beyond that into the yard.
Something is important to me in the dynamic that is domestication and wildness. For all of us. I’m drawn to enough wildness, surprise, and creativity. These are forces of life. Essential expressions of life. Without them, we have only two dimensions. And then, domestication is about negotiating norms to levels of cooperation and commitment in support of the whole.
Hmm….
Daisies.
