Loves Me, Loves Me Not

Last summer, I planted some Rudbekia 'Goldsturm'...brown-eyed susan daisies.  They were small plants, but bloomed quite a bit considering it was their rookie year.  Early in the summer, I taught the grandkids how to pluck the petals one at a time to see if their daddy or papa loved them.  Always finished with 'loves me' so we knew that we were all well-loved.

There were several times that the kids picked every single daisy in their quest for confirmation.  No problem.  I love sharing and what good are daisies that you can't pick?  But, apparently, there's some magic in having my daisies dead-headed by little helpers....

The plants are huge.  The daisies are huge.  And, as you can see, there are way more than a 'few' flowers this year.  Although I've been known to tinker with my photos in Photoshop, this photo is completely unretouched.  The daisies really glow like that at 7 am.

Now, if I could just get my garden helpers to help me with the roses....