Last weekend, on day seven, my second attempt at raising a crop of Denver dailies took a tumble off the deck. Although the cause seemed lost, I swept up some of the dirt and tossed it back in the pot. And on June 30, lo and behold, a slender seedling -- a Denver daisy -- popped up.
The five other seeds that were in that packet -- handed out free as as a salute to Denver's 150th birthday this year -- have yet to make an appearance. But perhaps there's a veritable garden preparing to bloom beneath my deck.
Because the Denver daisy, like hope, continues to spring eternal. -- Patricia Calhoun