I probably know the names of five or six flowers, at least the common names, and would not be the least bit surprised to discover that two or more of those were incorrect. These are obviously not daisies. But they are certainly daisy like. They appear to be succulent flowers, unless they just pushed up through a bed of thick succulent leaves. In a bed of uninteresting green, they are absolutely stunning. And, as is so often the case, these are not only in a patch of uninteresting green, but in an area of little or no interest. Flowers see the world differently than we do, not that we see the world much at all as we pass mindlessly through it. They accept where they are and do their best. Flowers are wonderful symbols of self-sufficiency. They bloom where they find themselves. They do, as they do here, a magnificent job, and then they’re gone. Or rather, they move on to the next cycle, replaced by equals. We could learn a great deal from flowers if we tried.