Wild oxeye daisies have grown right by our gate. They keep track of our comings and goings. Their bright little faces are hard to ignore. Their faces are right in our face when we bend over to pull up the chain and lock to secure the gate. Either they saturate us with rain drops or cover us in pollen. What I deduce from this is "He Loves Me!" Otherwise my husband would have chopped them down by now.
Honey bees - a good sign!
And then there were the pretenders.
