The garden daisy, or bellis perennis if you want to be posh, never fails to please. Children love daisies – whether to make daisy chain necklaces or to pick them as crushed gifts for parents.
Daisies are best left where they are, close to the ground, surviving wind, rain, snow and the mower. The yellow centre of the daisy – a miniature sun to cheer up a dull day – is surrounded by a fan of white petals which, if you crouch down to look underneath, you’ll find are blushed pink, their backsides as exquisite in beauty as their topsides.
The daisy is unaware of coronavirus, oblivious to war and famine and the uneasiness of modern life. It just gets on with living, the flower rising from its flat green mat of leaves to bloom and bring pleasure to its admirers. It has its detractors, however, being like Marmite: you either love it or loathe it. If you’re someone whose lawn must be untainted by anything other than grass, you may fret if you see a daring daisy rearing its head; you’ll grab a grubber to oink it out. But why not just relax and enjoy it? There are enough worries in the world without having to fret about daisies in your pristine lawn.
In Jesus’ time people were anxious about life’s worries. He fully acknowledged their concerns but took time to point out the beauty of wild flowers. Distraction tactics? Maybe. But sometimes that helps.