Daisies

Ox-eye daisies. My mum and I were musing that there are lots of them this year. Gowans, she said at one point and then rather in a rather melancholy voice said “I suppose I’m one of the last people to call them that”. I’m not sure I spelt it right but it’s a Hawick word for these daisies. I think I shall adopt it to the word alive.