Mention daisies to me and I always thought of L’il Abner’s Daisy Mae, or Donald’s Daisy Duck. That is, until I married (she was 18, I was 20 and on my way to Vietnam), and my bride insisted she wanted to carry a small bouquet of daisies. When she died 43 years later, I painted these (and a few others) in her memory.
Gifted