The Barberton daisies I grew up with looked different from the one above, which is probably a hothouse-grown hybrid.
By JMK – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21413551
It made me think of floriography– which is flower symbolism:
However, my enthusiasm for the conceit was somewhat tempered after sampling some of my favourite flowers:
quince: temptation (I can live with that.)
basil: hatred (WOT?!! It’s delicious, especially with pine nuts.)
prickly pear: satire (Good one!)
white rose: death, preferable to loss of innocence (Yuk)
acacia: friendship (obviously astute stuff, this!)
foxglove: insincerity, etc.
De gustibus non est disputandum. Is ‘good taste’ subjective? Not mine! The natural object is always the adequate symbol, says Pound.
My photos are not syncing on Photo, despite paying for more storage, which is frustrating. Hopping to Google Photos, downloading my own pics, and back. On Chrome the WordPress site keeps expanding and shrinking like Alice in Wonderland, and then the mouse gets all sticky; it feels like April Fool’s Day, or something. Maybe my Gerbera posting is suffering from Phytophthora tentaculata.