No two daisies are the same

Daisy A


 No two daisies are the same. 

 No two restaurants are the same. 

 No two snowflakes. 

 No two moose. 

 No two people.   

Daisy B


 No two daisies are the same. 

 No two Americans. 

 No two Iraqis. 

 No two Republicans, or Democrats for that matter. 

 No two terrorists. 

 No two peace-loving, tree-hugging liberals.  

 No two people anywhere.   

Daisy C


 No two daisies are the same. 

 No two handicapped people. 

 No two gay people. 

 No two mean people. 

No two sweet people.  

No two dizzy people.  

No two serious people.  

No two people are the same even though our Minds  

    want to label, label, conceptualize everything  

    for the sake of simplicity,  

     into a Jail of our own Understanding  

Daisy D


Daisy E


 No two breakfasts are the same.  

No two cups of coffee.  

No two trips.  

No two roads  

    even if the blacktop looks similar.  

No two suns, no two moons, no two planets.  

Daisy F


 No two politicians.  

No two do-gooders.  

No two men.  

No two women.  

No two heterosexuals.  

No two environmentalists.  

No two tax collectors.   

The entire alphabet of daisies...


 No two daisies are the same.  

Don’t let a label prevent us from seeing what’s blossoming new & fresh beneath our nose  

    in this very unique precious beautiful moment!   

***this blog which gestures beyond labels is brought to you LIVE from the Sweetwater Cafe in Marquette, Michigan, at almost 9 a.m. where I am eating a cup of hot mixed green cereal with raisins and brown sugar and soymilk (oh what a treat!  brown sugar!) and coffee, which tastes nothing like any other cup of coffee I’ve ever sipped.  Next stop:  a walk along Lake Michigan, perhaps!

About Kathy

I live in the middle of the woods in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Next to Lake Superior's cold shores. I love to blog.
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37 Responses to No two daisies are the same

  1. jeffstroud says:

    No two blogs are the same.
    No two comments are the same.
    No two anythings are the same.

    Yet each day we rise to what looks the same but is different by a day, a moment, a thought, a smile, a creation, a sound.

    Living in the moment, enjoying the cafe, coffee, the breakfast cereal, investigating the all the moments as they arrive.

    This was fun Kathy! Great selection of daisy’s ! Like the last one best!

    I am Love, Jeff

  2. holessence says:

    Kathy – Oh, I am so with you in spirit! I loved the whole shootin’ match — the entire alphabet of daisies — especially the photograph at the end.

    It’s been said that “labels are the currency of human intercourse.” I’d rather be currency-free, thank you very much.

    Okay, now I’m back in your front pocket for a bird’s-eye view of the rest of the adventure. Whoohoo!

  3. Kathy says:

    Jeff, oh wow! You thought of more things! No two blogs are the same! (Aren’t you right about that?) i love what you wrote here in this brand new never-before-seen comment! Have a great day, Mr. Jeff. Must leave this restaurant very soon and “hit the road” as they say.

  4. Kathy says:

    Laurie, you snuck in here just as I was responding to Jeff! Oh I love what you said. You’d rather be currency-free! That is a wonderful way to put it. I would rather be currency-free too. (And will remind myself of that, the next time an unconscious label presents itself. Except in humor. I do let labels escape sometimes in humor. You know–pretending that all moose are alike, and things like that!) Have a great day, Laurie!

  5. Dawn says:


    Love the daisy photos, all of them, each in their own way.

    But I didn’t know Lake Michigan was near Marquette? Are you out on a wild and exciting road trip?

  6. Sue says:

    No to journeys are the same……
    Have fun on your trip today!! ❤

  7. Thanks for taking us on the journey.

    I really love the last picture.

    He loves me,he loves me not….Oh how I remember that game.

    I am sure it will be a great day by the lake, pretty clear here.


    • Kathy says:

      Dear Kim, wasn’t that a fun childhood game? He loves me, he loves me not. Actually, how fun WAS it? We always wanted him to love us, didn’t we? The question SHOULD have been: We love him, we love him not. I will try to check out your blog soon.

  8. As you take your day liberation walk, I glom onto this line:
    into a Jail of our own Understanding

    And the only prisoner in the jail of my own understanding is ME!

    Let’s throw a jailbreaking party and invite everyone we know!

  9. Thank you Sweet Water!
    You are a Cafe’ of Wondrous Offerings!
    Sending you love.
    Thank you for your writing. I want to share this one with my kids.
    “The Jail of our own Understanding” is huge.

    Waving at the Lakes with you! S

    • Kathy says:

      Dear Suzi, you will Never Believe what I found today. Never, ever. I found an incredible food posting dedicated totally to YOU! Will post it tomorrow. Glad you liked this…

  10. P.j. grath says:

    Great one, Kathy! If you drive to Bellaire today, have a safe and beautiful trip. I know you will see and think a lot, wherever you are.

    • Kathy says:

      Pamela, I sit in a Bellaire coffee/wine shop right now. The same one where Gerry and I met last year. Waiting for my brother and wife to arrive so we can go out for dinner. Sorry we couldn’t meet this trip…next one maybe?

  11. fountainpen says:

    Hey, Kathy…..and no two friendship are the same!!
    What lovely uniqueness you call us all to admire and respect…
    and to wonder why some of the two-somes are not as easy
    to admire and respect as others………

    Ah, yes……

    thanks, thanks, thanks….

    • Kathy says:

      Dear fountainpen, you said that right! No two friedships are the same. How I love the friendship you and I share. As for it being not-so-easy to respect and admire some…yes. I know that. And therefore, we learn, and learn, and learn some more! We must peer more deeply at times. Yes?

  12. truels says:

    No two creative people….
    Great creative fun – well done;-)

    • Kathy says:

      Oh my goodness, truels, ESPECIALLY no two creative people the same! Thank you! We are all so special in our differences…aren’t we?

  13. Jessica says:

    I’m humbled and grateful that you have posted this poem today Kathy. Thanks so much; I admire its beauty and let its words sink in.

  14. karma says:

    Thought provoking!
    While the individual daisy pictures were a great illustration of your thoughts, I must say I love the last shot, as the daisies appear to trail away infinitely, just as our thoughts and choices do.

    • Kathy says:

      Karma, it’s so interesting that so many folks liked the last photo best. I think I liked the individual photos best. But not just one photo. The way the individual photos all stood proudly in one blog with all their differences… (OK, OK, I like that last photo too!) Glad I provoked your thoughts!

  15. Amy says:

    I give this a vote for Your Best Post Ever! This should make the front page of the web! I love this. It is wonderful wonderful wonderful!
    Amy (:

  16. Enjoyed that very much. As for the message: it is true that no 2 daisies are the same. But is also true that they are all daisies, etc.
    We need both the ability to classify AND to see the individual.

  17. Cindy Lou says:

    You are soooooo right…..and the world and all of us in it will be much better off when we learn to value and respect the uniqueness we all have. And did you know that daisies are my favorite flower? Horray for daisies!!!!!

  18. K says:

    I love the first picture- the gorgeous design within the yellow of the daisy! wonderous!

  19. Kathy says:

    Janet, jailbreaking party! Hurray!

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