Daisies..

Many years ago a dear friend, an nun, said. "Whenever I see a daisy I want to worship."

When I see daisies, I remember her.
Small lawn daisies; dog daisies, and these marguerites that were the only flowers among the jungle that was here when i came.

   There is a posy of them on my prayer table, and they make me smile.

We have rain again, and a wind at times, which  has cleared the air of pollen and flies and midges.

And busy days as this is the time for small delights like sitting outside with mountains and ocean, with flowers around and the cats coming and going. Picking ans shelling peas

 Long ago on my first island sojourn, far away, that was one of my small dreams. Sitting at my door, shelling peas. Now it is here again. A solace and a peace.