Sorting through my pictures trying to decide which flower to share with you today, I came upon the realization that I am a little bit obsessed with Daisies. I was considering the reason for my compulsion to photograph these flowers constantly. Almost everyday. I go outside, day or night, to take pictures at different angles, with different lighting, with bees or ants walking on their petals and I even capture the image of Daisies that are all shriveled up and dying. My patch of Daisies died a few weeks ago due to the heat and mostly lack of watering (I pledge the 5th), but I still go out there to capture single flowers that fight through the new set of plants that is now covering their former planters.
Now, my youngest daughter was a Girl Scout Daisy for two years, but currently, she is a Brownie and I don’t seem to have an added affinity for those chocolate treats, so I ruled that as the source of influence. Although I’m trying to acquire a taste for wine, part of my sophisticated image ambitions, I don’t usually drink alcohol specially mixed drinks, so drinking Margaritas is most definitely not the reason why I like Daisies . . . wait . . . and here is when it dawn on my that my name Margarita is a Spanish translation for the name of the Daisy flowers. Yes! I finally figured it out, only that at this moment, I feel a little self conscious and embarrassed about the fact that I love the flower which in Spanis carries my name.
Now I’m wondering if I will continue to long for more “Daisy and me time” or if The allure for this flower is all gone. I guess you and I will see which way my camera points in the near future.
By Margarita Morgan
September 30, 2014