“The splendor of the rose and the whitness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its lovliness.”
To me nothing symbolizes summer more than the daisy in all it's forms. Always reliable and easy to grow requiring almost no care. I love to cut them and mix them in bouquets for the house with my roses.
Above the daisy like flowers of the cultivated form of Black Eyed Susan have volunteered in this bed for years now. Reseeding and coming back year after year from the seeds purchased long ago. The blossoms are indeed huge and I like the way they look against the blue Veronica.
Even the native Black Eyed Susans are blooming now along the country roads and in the fence rows. I think no country gravel road is complete without these and the wild oxeye daisy above.
And the Daisy like blooms of the Purple Cone Flower or Echinacea. This is a favorite of the butterflies and later the seed heads are devoured by the finches.