you never end up with a maybe

the daisies are out and showing us how to grow wild, free and beautiful. from a distance they look like sparkles in the grass when the wind blows, or fireflies in a meadow after dusk. its magical. i wanted to pick a hundred and one of them to take home and put in a jar, but i know i would have felt bad about it later.  although, i did single out my favorite to pick it's petals, one by one, he loves me...he loves me not.. cause that's just what you do with daisies. i know for sure that he still loves me. its the most logical way to find out, i'm sure of it. it feels nice to connect with nature again.  i don't know why i deny myself of that simple, easy pleasure sometimes. i suppose we all go through phases like that, but the more time i spend outside with the trees, the more connected i am to myself, and what really matters.