Shasta Daisy Mark Ii
One
plant,
Shasta
Daisy, owns
such easy beauty—
belies it's enduring nature.
Needs no coddling; infiltrates, sprouts boldly year on year.
Tall, erect, flaunts pure white petals around a golden center; resists hungry
insects.
Wizard of plants, Luther Burbank, absorbed fifteen years to make the purest
white color he loved; breeding, crossing, combining four— perfection.
Bend down— look: brilliant white petals, neon yellow center in a spiral nautilus
whorl, all on a stout green stalk. How many petals? A perfect thirty four? She
loves me, she loves me not—count for yourself. Maybe average.
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