He loves me, He loves me not

For years this one flower has been "the" flower that decides if that certain somebody feels affection/love toward you. Laboring through the many delicate white petals your heart would pound as you plucked your way to the very last one. Your heart sank as you ended on "He loves me not". There would be a moment of unbelief, shock, maybe even a few tears....until you looked around at the whole field
of daisies and with a chuckle, reached down and picked up another one. :)

Happy Saturday