Daisies are such humble flowers; ubiquitous and hardy, they are incredibly social. Imagine a whole table of itty bitty daisy cakes, like a cheery meadow, waiting to be eaten.
Poor birdie, doesn't he realize that the flower has a button in the middle and isn't a real flower at all? Poor blogger, doesn't she realize that the whole thing is made of sugar and the birdie isn't even real? I get lost sometimes guys, for real.
Oh the simplest things can make my heart flutter and skip! I am not much of a baker, I have zero patience for making my food pretty. For me it's all about flavor. When someone cares enough to make something gorgeous and perfect, my heart goes pitter-pat.
I love going on vacation when I get a chance to spend some time at a bed and breakfast. I know this is breakfast for a tot, but I like to think it's a magical house in the woods where I can stay the night and have the best breakfast ever. So there.