The Daisy 



Daisy fading and in fruit. It is like Mr. Weller, 

 Senior's, dead donkey of Pickwickian fame, in its 

 elusiveness, though the fluffy fruit of its near relatives, 

 the dandelion, thistles, and golden rod is an every- 

 day sight. The fact is that it omits to provide the 

 fairy-like parachute for its seeds that the others 

 do, so they are small and of no account to look at 

 and just fall on to the plate of leaves below them, 

 though no doubt the wind quickly moves them on 

 from that position. The Daisy certainly does not 

 seem to suffer. 



One word must be said about the opening and 

 closing of the Daisy. Everyone knows that the 

 " Day s Eye " closes at night and opens in the 

 morning and, also, that if a bright day become 

 overcast and wet, the bloom closes, whatever be 

 the time, until the sun shines again. Exactly by 

 what mechanism this happens we do not know, but 

 we do see that it is dependent on the sunshine. 

 Kemer suggests that the vibrations of Ught striking 

 upon a closed flower become partly changed into 



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