Life and Times of Miss Daisy Weed

Charlotte Godkin

Description

A magical and mysterious garden where the unexpected seems to take over. A dissatisfied Daisy, an adventurer, caught up in mischief and desires, bringing about a whole new world of humor, tears, and love. The wild flowers and creatures take on a new meaning, as they grow in the imagination of the reader, each new character with their special task and story blends reality and fiction into a magical world of flowers, fairies, and humans. Plants that appear in this innocent garden, pushing their way in, overtaking other more charming plants, echo similarity to what the children and adults appear to go through, in this magical, enthralling story.

Sujets

• Children's

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 31 mai 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781645364269
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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About the Author
Charlotte Godkin is a retired professional artist living in Northumberland. Charlotte’s love of wild flowers is expressed in her paintings. She is often seen in the hills with her Chihuahua dog, Precious, gathering wild flowers for her next commission. Charlotte’s love of writing is expressed as she combines it with art and love of the simple Daisy in this inspirational book of humor, fantasy, and love, hoping her readers enjoy and join her imagination as they turn the pages.






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Copyright © Charlotte Godkin (2019)
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Publisher’s Cataloging-in-Publication data
Godkin, Charlotte
Life and Times of Miss Daisy Weed: Miss Daisy Weed’s Story
ISBN 9781641823746 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781641823753 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781645364269 (ePub e-book)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019937263
The main category of the book — Juvenile Fiction / Nature & the Natural World / Environment
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Dedication
To my lovely sister, Vera; her husband, Dr Robert Anderson; and their son, Richard (my charming nephew and godson).
My friend Diana and our walks in the countryside.
Dr Angus and Virginia Armstrong whose support and encouragement have been so valuable to me.
Big thanks to Simon Hadden, my good friend, I am privileged to know you.


Acknowledgments
Special thanks to my father, Richard Wade, whose imagination and humor were so inspiring to me.
Thanks to my publishers who have guided me through this incredible experience.Their patience has been invaluable, I am so grateful.


Miss Daisy Weed’s Story
Daisy had awoken early and, although still wet from morning dew, her petals were starting to open. She looked with love and affection at her two buds, still sleeping after the storm the day before. It had been a bad storm and they had all, including the clovers, been blown back and forth. It wasn’t until later in the day they were able to open their petals. Clover, who never closed his cloves completely, had taken watch through the storm and although he couldn’t see Daisy’s face, he knew she was listening as he reported the damage of the storm. The wild rose tree and foxgloves appeared to be his main concern. Daisy looked around to see for herself. Sure enough, the wild rose tree was lying across the lawn. Daisy had not realized how long Rose had grown. Daisy remembered when Rose had been planted, after a gale in April had blown a seed from a wild rose that grew up the wall at the front of the cottage. Normally, Rose was against the fence at the bottom of the garden, making her way up and along. The foxgloves did not look too bad, Daisy wondered why Clover made such a fuss. When Daisy asked Clover, he seemed quiet and rather confused. ‘They were all lying on the ground, Daisy,’ he replied. Daisy was also very confused. How could foxgloves that had been blown on the ground suddenly be upright?
Red landed close to Daisy on the grass. He could see Daisy still covered in dew and weak from yesterday’s storm so he did not want to add his weight to her extra weight. He would just sit and relax until she dried out. ‘The foxgloves?’ Daisy asked Red. They were down in the storm and now they are upright.
Red fluttered his wings; they were so beautiful. The markings of his red wings stood out after the rain had washed them and he was very proud of them. ‘The fairies,’ he replied.
‘The fairies,’ Daisy repeated.
‘Yes,’ said Red, ‘that’s where they live, at the bottom of the garden, in and around the foxgloves.’ Through the day and on moonlit nights, they dance and sing. You can see some sitting on toadstools, their wings many different colors; pink with very light colored hair, ringing little bells. Playing fairy music from flutes made of weeds. They sleep and relax in the foxgloves. They have lots of fairy dust which appears when they wave their wands to do good deeds. That is why the foxgloves have upright backs. It must be Fairy Bell, she is the fairy with the most powerful wand and fairy dust. She has earned it through all the good deeds she has done. Although Red could not see, he used his instinct for everything he did, he could feel Daisy and knew that although she was listening to Red with interest, she was thinking back to something. Red was right. Daisy’s mind was back to a day Mr. Hill’s lawn mower had chopped Daisy’s head off, leaving her roots in the ground with Clovers. This was the very first time this had happened to Daisy and she was very afraid. She had not long been a daisy on her own as previously she lived on the edge of a field, close to a path with lots and lots of daisies. Such fun times! Daisy remembered as humans passed regularly, some on bikes and some walking. That is how Miss Daisy Weed ended up in Mr. Hill’s garden, she wanted to grow closer to the path so she could stand out from the other daisies, but instead she got caught in the wheel of a bike and pulled out from her roots. The cyclist kept on going, poor Daisy was so dizzy, spinning round and round. It wasn’t until the cyclist stopped and leant his bike up against Mr. Hill’s garden wall whilst he drank some water that a few drops splashed on Daisy’s face, refreshing her as she tried to untwine herself from the spoke in the wheel.
Johnny Brown never knew to this day how he had changed Miss Daisy Weed’s life. He spotted the weed, pulled it from the bicycle wheel, and threw it over the garden wall. Before nightfall and after a strong wind, Daisy was starting to take root in the back garden beside Clover.
Clover welcomed his new pretty friend and managed to always be close enough to keep in touch with her roots. He had warned Daisy of the lawn mower but Daisy did not understand. When Clover heard the lawn mower that beautiful sunny morning in June, he warned Daisy to keep her head down. Daisy, whose curiosity had been her downfall, looked around. The lawn mower missed Clover and sliced off poor Daisy’s pretty head.
Red looked at Daisy, Daisy explained to Red that the fairies came to help her. Her head was cut off for the first time and she was blowing around the garden, she was very frightened. Mr. Hill was in a hurry as he was off to play bowls on the village green, his favorite pastime. So in his haste, he did not bother to put the basket on the lawn mower to catch the weeds, consequently, Daisy’s head flew out the back of the lawn mower up into the air and around the garden. The next thing Daisy remembers is she had landed or she was placed in a foxglove. ‘Just relax,’ a high-pitched voice said. To Daisy’s amazement, it was a fairy sitting on the side of the foxglove, looking down at Daisy’s head. It was a beautiful moonlit night, Daisy felt safe and very sleepy.