
When there are homes nearby I am a little cautious of the flowers as they may be a blow-in from a garden rather than a genuine local. Nonetheless I am fairly sure these little daisies that were flowering in abundance at Cahill's Lookout are a native. Unfortunately I was so entranced by their cheerful simplicity I failed to notice the shape of the leaves so can't make a proper identification.
Words to walk with:
From To the Daisy by William Wordsworth
"In youth from rock to rock I went,
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make, -
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake
Of Thee, sweet Daisy! "
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
But now my own delights I make, -
My thirst at every rill can slake,
And gladly Nature's love partake
Of Thee, sweet Daisy! "
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