Flower girl

One of the best things about Vermont has always been gathering flowers. Gigi and then Mimi would get fresh bouquets every day, and each one would be ceremoniously placed in a vase or a glass and set out for general enjoyment.

My favorites were Deptford pinks, which are not the most common of the wildflowers in the field (Queen Anne's Lace is probably the most common), but I loved how tiny and vivid the flowers are. I didn't know their name back then. As a small child, "daisy" was generic flower in my mind, and the fanciest thing I could think of was France, so I called them French daisies.

Here is a picture of me from long ago, wondering over one of my French daisies: