I took a walk the other morning in the old and lovely part of town. The gardens surrounding these houses were so beautiful, so trim and tidy, so well-loved and cared for. Void of weeds, bursting with blooms of all colors, sizes and textures. Then I walked across a grassy field to a park, and these caught my eye. A greater contrast to the gardens I had been enjoying I couldn't imagine. Not planted by human hands, untended by fertilizer, watering can and spades. Cut, even, with

Once again, my garden is bested by nature. Try as I might, my little patch of soil will never have the random wildness of a field dotted with wildflowers. But I don't mind, it is as it should be. These sweet blooms are known as English daisies. Usually white with a yellow center, you can often find them in shades of pink as well. They are rather short, reaching only three to six inches high, making them an ideal plant for the front of the garden. They have a deep taproot, whi