'A Pocket Full of Spring'

The daisy — Bellis perennis — has been used in divination for longer than recorded history. “He loves me, he loves me not” is the remnant of a much older practice: the pulling of petals as augury, as consultation with the plant’s own intelligence about the future. The Celts considered the daisy a flower of the otherworld — it grew where the fairy mounds touched the surface, in the liminal zones between what was cultivated and what was wild.

To carry a spring flower in a pocket or bodice — not as decoration but as talisman — was understood in folk tradition as carrying the season’s energy into your personal field. You were not picking it to admire it. You were picking it to have it with you. The flower as portable ally. The season as something you could carry rather than merely witness.

What the pocket holds is never just the flower. It is the evidence that spring came again. That it always comes again. That the world, despite everything it does, remains committed to renewal.

This is for the woman who carries spring the way other people carry worry — because she has learned that one replaces the other.