I'm not sure what I would do if a daisy were to suddenly spring from my head. I would like to think I'd sing a song and head to San Francisco while wearing flowers in my hair. I think I would accept a daisy with grace and dignity....possibly an occasional hat. Daisy head Mayzie may have been alarmed, but her life went on. She was badgered and blamed, then marked with shame. Treated like a circus act and separated from family and friends, her loneliness and sadness caused the daisy's demise. It left her alone to fit in again, but her daisy popped up now and again. Life is funny like that. Our differences just don't stop.
If more of us grew flowers on their heads and accepted those who did, what a lovely garden the world would be. Wild....Free...Life filled with rainbows and nothing beige in sight; but we can't all be daisies, we need roses, thistles, lilacs, sun flowers and more! Were we all daisies, then daisies would all be the norm.
We each fill our own little role, I love my daisies. So if you see me draped in flowers, you'll know I love Mayzie and her trail blazing daisy. She wore her uniqueness with pride. We should all be so bold.
Writing from my phone...hope autocorrect isn't insane.