The fields around This Place in Sequim are bursting with daisies this time of year. Some of the locals say that the daisies are “non-local-invasive. Could be, but they are magnificent and joyful. 

As I took the dogs out for their evening walk yesterday, I looked at the daisies and could not help singing

♪ ♫  ♪ ♫  ♪ ♫ “Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer true. . .”

As I continued my walk, I modified the song to sing to Tim when I got home. Tim still spends most of his time in the big recliner we bought when his crisis started in February. He still sleeps in it at night, too.

By the time I got home from my walk, this is what I had composed:

Tricycles Built for Two

♪ ♫  ♪ ♫  ♪ ♫

I’m your daisy, this is my song so true

I’m half crazy all for the love of you

You can’t now drive our carriage

But still we have our marriage

And we feel sweet

As we ride our seats

On our tricycles built for two

♪ ♫  ♪ ♫  ♪ ♫

I picked a small bouquet and I sang the ditty to Tim when I got home.