Daisy’s Money Tree
Daisy played happily with her dolls and teddies, she had sat them all in a circle and each one had a cup and saucer and a plate with a cookie on. The tea pot was empty mummy wouldn’t let Daisy have any water after the mess she made last time the tea set came out. Daisy just wanted to copy mummy and nana as they sat with their hot cups of tea and chocolate biscuits. They would carefully pick up the china cups and extent their little finger whilst they drank the hot soothing liquid. Nana liked two lumps of sugar in hers whilst mummy was on yet another diet so didn’t have any sugar at all. Mummy poured out a second cup of tea and she and nana carried on chatting.
Daisy held a cup to teddies mouth, her little finger sticking out just like her mums. She heard them talking about how the garden had grown, the flowers, vegetables were doing well and the grass was almost up to your ankles because of all the warm sun and rain. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if we could make money grow as fast, just a bit of loving care, food water and warmth and we could be wealthy. Nana laughed at her daughter, if only it was that simple.
I remember when you were little planting a bead. I don’t remember that says mum, tell me more. Well you must have been five or six and you had been helping your dad in the greenhouse. He didn’t want you messing up his prize tomato seeds so he gave you a plant pot, some soil and bright red bead. This was going to be your special plant, for when the bead grew you would have a red necklace. You just had to feed it, keep it warm and water it every day. For two whole weeks you went into the greenhouse, put biscuit crumbs on the soil watered it and covered it with newspaper and waited for it to grow. Dad was busy tending his tomato plants and waiting for the potatoes to sprout, he wasn’t aware of your sad face. Nothing was happening in your plant pot except a soggy mess.
That night at bath time, I coaxed it out of you what was making you so unhappy. My necklace isn’t growing mummy, I did what daddy told me but it just isn’t growing. Oh dear Daisy, don’t you cry, I’m sure we can try again, we just need to give it more time. A hint of a smile came and by the time you were tucked up in bed you were happy again.
I told your dad how upset you were, and that he shouldn’t fill your head with nonsense. I wasn’t fair to build your hopes up, and with two girls mad at him he went sulking into the garden, he didn’t come in when I called him for super and was acting all sheepish when he came to bed that night. When I asked him what was going on he just tapped the side of his nose and said you’ll see, and with that he went to sleep.
When you got home from school the next day, you asked me to go with you to the greenhouse. For moral support I think. So hand in hand we skipped down the garden path and carefully opened the green house door. Mouths wide open and eyes popping out of your head we stared in amazement. There in your plant pot was a large branch and laid amongst its leaves was the longest necklace I had ever seen. It was made of pop corn there were two bracelets, earrings and a tiara as well. Your dad had worked by touch light to put a smile on your face. Little did we know that you would be working in plant research when you grew up.
Laughing out loud the two women hugged each other. I remember that necklace, and no one being allowed to eat it. Daisy laughed because mummy and nana were laughing, but she wasn’t sure why it was funny. It made perfect sense to her if you planted a bead you got a necklace. If you planted breadcrumbs you would get a sandwich, but only if the birds didn’t eat the crumbs before you had chance to water them. After all they feed and water me and keep me warm and I grow and with this she sat holding her cup and saucer wondering how she could make money grow for her mummy.
Later that day when they were taking nana home, Daisy noticed the name of a shop. It was called Dollar tree. She was getting all excited and mummy told her to sit quiet while she was driving. Daisy knew she wouldn’t be allowed any sweeties when she got home if she didn’t do as she was told. When she got home and mummy undid her seat belt to let her out of the car she was bursting to tell mummy her idea, hoping they could go back to the shop right away. What is it Daisy, do you need to go to the bathroom. Mummy noticed how excited she was. No mummy, I just have an idea, and I must tell you before its time for the shop to close. I heard you talking to nana, about making money grow and I can help. “Oh” said mummy, you can that would be nice. Yes mummy all we have to do is go to the shop and buy one, a dollar tree. I can feed it and water it and put my blanket on it to keep it warm and we can have all the dollars it grows. Trying very hard not to laugh at my daughter’s logic, I smiled and told her to tell her daddy all about it when he came home from work. I couldn’t take her back to the shop now as I had to make the dinner.
I left Daisy watching cartoons on television and set about make dinner. The saucepans simmering gently on the stove, I picked up the phone to call my mum. Hi mum, don’t worry every things okay. I just had to tell you about Daisy. We thought she was just playing tea parties copying us, but she was actually listening to us and wants to go to the dollar tree to get us a money plant. Its her birthday soon and I’m wondering what we can do, I will have a chat with her dad after dinner and see what he thinks.
We all sat down to eat dinner and share the happenings of our day. Daisy told dad about school and the cartoon she had been watching and the dollar tree wasn’t mentioned. Once Daisy was asleep, I settled down on the sofa to tell my husband the story of the necklace and Daisy wanting to get a dollar tree.
He laughed, and rubbed his chin an idea forming in his head. Tomorrow was the weekend, so he didn’t have to work. His friend Pete was on duty at Dollar tree and he sent him a quick text message asking if tomorrow he could do a favor. What are you plotting I asked. Wait until tomorrow and you will see.
During breakfast Daisy remembered about the Dollar Tree and asked if daddy would take her to get a money plant. Off they went, quiet happily together, leaving me wondering if there would be a tearful Daisy when she got home. Sometime later Daisy came bouncing into the kitchen. Guess what mummy, they don’t sell dollar trees at the shop but the nice man at the counter helped me pick some special things. I have a little bag of gold pennies, a bucket and some magic growing salt. Pete had kindly relabeled a box of corn starch, magic salt, especially for Daisy so she was all set to plant her gold chocolate pennies and grow her own money tree. I looked at her dad and he just winked and mouthed, I will fill you in later.
All of Daisy’s treasures were taken to the green house, where she planted the chocolate coins and sprinkled them with magic salt. She crossed her fingers and made a wish hoping that it would soon grow. And sure enough overnight a branch appeared in the bucket. The leaves were folded dollar bills and chocolate pennies hung in clusters. Just for a special little girl, Daisy’s very own dollar tree.