My eldest daughter is 10 years old. Today she went to the park with a friend and later I found this bouquet on the kitchen window sill. A wreath of oxeye daisies surrounding a roundish cluster of blue flowers I think is weed and sprawling grass straws in the middle. All very thought-out but yet spontaneous. To me this is the essence of her. A true aestetic, with so many talents. Everything she does is beautiful in my eyes. She is the most loving, creative, happy person I've ever met. And I do know I am her mother and I guess it is natural for me to feel this way but that doesn't really matter, does it? If you don't see the beauty of the bouquet it's because of her mother's poor photographic ability (and her fondness for overusing photoshop).