The daisies are in bloom now. Perfect white, round blooms with yellow centers. They cheer me along each time I’m outside. I can’t bring flowers inside. Oh, I’m not allergic to them. I actually love them. So does the cat. The cat loves to eat them. Then she yaks them up on the carpet. So we are flowerless inside the house.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “daisies.”
First 50 Words - Prompts for Writing Practice 
Daisies
Remind me of childhood.
Plucking off one petal at a time.
Loves me
Loves me not
Not knowing until last petal is plucked off
Also reminds me of 4 leaf clovers.
Mama had a special gift.
She could spot them with a glance
Rest of us always had to look and look
Usually with no luck
Mama kept them pressed in her bible.
Daisy was our first cat as a married couple. She arrived as a kitten, trembling and clinging on for comfort. As she grew, a Queen appeared, distaining to notice dogs, rivals and us. But in darkness, she was our solitary guardian.
She left us, curled in pain, limbs poking stiffly.