here you will do well to linger; here our highest good is pleasure”

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Jule 8, 2020

And leaning on my elbow and my side,
There the long day planned I to abide,
For no reason else, no lie you see,
Than there to look upon the daisy,
That for good reason men do name
The ‘day’s-eye’ or else the ‘eye of day’
~ Geoffrey Chaucer


Shakespeare’s quill quivered for the rose and Wordsworth pined for the daffodil but for Chaucer, nothing could get his pulse racing quite like staring longingly at a meadow of ‘day’s-eyes’.

This ancient name for the daisy comes from the flower’s routine of opening its bright white petals on Summer mornings - hence the expression ‘as fresh as a daisy’ - only to shyly close them again at dusk.
IMG_6090_20-07-08_Broken_Clock_Lingering_Vodka_Daisies.jpg This ritual is something Chaucer found rather alluring and the 14th century poet extolled the wildflower’s qualities, likening them to the highest virtues of the fairer sex.

And the daisy has proved to be a flower that plenty more people struggle to keep their hands off, from games of ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ to making daisy chains while lingering in a country garden or sunny pasture.