LIGHTWORK I didn’t know until after Grandma died that daisies were her favorite flower. Daisies on her coffin. Daisies in the pallbearers’ boutonnieres. Daisies arranged with Hershey kisses, another of her favorites. Daisies belong to the Asteraceae or sunflower family. What looks like a single flower at the end of a stem is actually manifold […]
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