The Paris daisy.

IMG_1105 Parisian Daisy

The Paris Daisy

There is just nothing more comforting than a single, little and insignificant flower. I say ‘insignificant’ in its beauty being so shy and modest. It’s not like a brutal rose for instance, with its hostile thorns and short flowering duration. The only rose daring to raise its head in the garden is our Iceberg,  bravely defying neglect and lack of attention. We do not like the rose, in spite of  Shakespeare. No, give us the sun of a Paris daisy.

It is strange how last year our Paris Daisy bush had hundreds of flowers lasting weeks. Their obstinacy in clinging to stay the top-flower in preference to the majestically towering Bay trees and Royal Hydrangeas is remarkable, surely worthy of lofty praise and curtsying  respect!

I mention their strangeness, because ever since their copious flower-show last year came to end, it all stopped. Not a single bud since its flower explosion six months ago. Was it some form of protest. Was it trying to tell us something? We raised it lovingly from a cutting we took from our next-door neighbour, Harley. We asked for it and he gladly gave his blessings. His Paris daisy fronts the street and gives passers-by so much beauty and pleasure. All free. All it might want in return are a few kind words, something in the order of; ‘oh, what a lovely plant,’ or even ‘great little yellow daisy, isn’t it?’  It doesn’t mind being called pretty or even described as a ‘pretty bush.’ It’s rarely insulted by people not really knowing it is a daisy. Milo lifting its hind led is even tolerated by this Paris Daisy. Isn’t that proof of symbiotic relations? No wonder its flowers so profusely.

We had a friend many years ago who named every flowering plant under the sun a pretty tulip. He knew I was Dutch and thought it safe to show some horticultural insights. He might also have thought he was witty. I prefer this last summation and showed my pleasure with accompanying laughter, which often takes me a considerable effort. There is nothing wrong with boosting the ego of another person. Things are often so frail and precarious amongst us, and an encouragement is the least I ought to practise and ‘share.’

Have we noticed that this verb ‘sharing’ has become very popular? We are knee-deep in the West with our ‘sharing’. It is particularly popular amongst those that practise psychology or hold alternative health certificates with a preponderance for prescribing herbal medications including Bach remedies to Gurdjieff followers and his teachings of The Fourth Way.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Gurdjieff

The taking of the Paris Daisy photo above was irresistible. Isn’t it beautiful? It stopped me in my tracks. I have been watching its tiny bud over the last few weeks. This morning it opened. Is it trying to make amends? Helvi told me she had trimmed it last year, but that was at the very end of its flowering and should not have minded the daisy at all.

Nature has a way to do things on its own accord and we should just let it get on with giving us its beauty.

Isn’t that such an act of sublime generosity?

 

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13 Responses to “The Paris daisy.”

  1. Julia Lund Says:

    I’m often reminded that, no matter how good or bad conditions are, the flowers in our garden to just what they do best – they grow and produce flowers that bring so much pleasure. Such life lesson, I’m often reminded. Love your Paris Daisy …

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      They are a great little flower. Most of our garden is from cuttings that we take from peoples gardens while walking around with our Jack Russell, ‘Milo.’
      Gardens sustain us more than anything. Even a few pots inside can give joy. We still have an Cast Iron (Aspidistra) plant from our days in the city. It dates back to 1976.
      With soaking rain we always take all our indoor pot plants outside. They love it!

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      • Julia Lund Says:

        I love looking over our garden. We have plants that came from my mum’s garden and a couple of trees and shrubs from another dear friend who died many years ago. The cycle of life through these gifts planted alongside flowers Steve and I have collected together, is very precious to us both. My ME means I am very limited these days when it comes to walking far, even reading and writing is limited on many occasions, so having the seasons on my doorstep is wonderful. Even without leaving the house often, no two days ever look the same.

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      • gerard oosterman Says:

        Yes, whenever I am cranky, I try and mellow-up by looking at our garden. It soothes and placates feelings of discord or Body-Corporate-Strata linked irritations.
        I am sorry that your walking is limited. We try and keep up walking each day. It is actually, Milo, who forces us in walking.

        Our garden is somewhat asleep at the moment but with solstice over we can expect new things to crop up at any moment.
        We are having a man clean out gutters. Last year I did it myself. Helvi won’t let me do it. I must be getting old.

        She said; “the last thing I want to see is your sour face passing my window after you have fallen of the roof.”

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      • Julia Lund Says:

        😂

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  2. Robert Parker Teel Says:

    A very pretty tulip, thank you for sharing.

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  3. kaytisweetlandrasmussen83 Says:

    Such a nice story Gerard. I am glad to meet the Paris daisy. Our Shasta daisy is put to shame.

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  4. Big M Says:

    I was looking out into the back yard, yesterday, thinking that the Solstice had not brought it’s usual level of gloom, when I noticed some similar little daisies, raising their heads against the cooler, short days. Flowers ask little yet give so much!

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      So true, Big M.
      They are without malice although some farmers might disagree. Some kind of daisy is regarded as a noxious weed. However, weed killers have become controversial of late .Monsanto is fighting back but so are the weeds.!

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  5. shoreacres Says:

    You know, every now and then plants will “rest” for a while after a significant bloom. Fruit trees do it, too. If a crop is really good one year, it may lessen the next. Our oak trees do it with their acorns. There’s a cycle that varies even in good conditions. Some years, the acorns will be ankle deep, but then a couple of years will pass without many at all.

    In any event, your bloom is precious, in every sense of the world. I have forty pounds of good landscape mix in the trunk of my car, and intend to do a little repotting myself, this weekend. Getting the dirt up the stairs is a bit of a chore, but I’ve got a method: take dirt from car, place against a tree, open bag, fill bucket, carry upstairs. Divided up that way, it’s no chore at all. I’ll tell my plants about yours, as a way of encouraging them.

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      You are right, Linda.
      Our garden is resting. Soon we will stock up on cow manure and spread it around the garden. The last of The Manchurian pears have let go of their leaves. In fact, some branches are starting to flower already.
      The man cleaning the gutters had a Dutch surname. So, I asked if he was Dutch, which he was from parent’s heritage. He was born in Australia.
      He did a good job.

      I noticed that the sun in Finland’s Helsinki gets up at 3.55AM and sets at 10.50PM. The Finnish garden is now in overdrive. Millions of wild berries all getting ready and soon to be picked. The forests reflecting in the waters of thousand lakes.

      From Wiki:
      “Finland is called ”the land of a thousand lakes,” but at last count there were 187,888 of them – more lakes in relation to a country’s size than any other. Indeed, with a population of about five million, Finland has one lake for every 26 people. Most of the lakes are in a region that stretches from above Kuopio in the north to Lahti in the south, and from Tampere in the west to Punkaharju and the Russian border in the east.”

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