Can you please make me a daisy chain?

How often do you see a field of daisies?  This photo was taken a couple of years ago on a very lazy Sunday.  It involved eating the greatest tasting brunch at a little cafe somewhere along the Northern Beaches. Memory is a strange thing.  I don't remember the intricate details - where this photo was taken or when.  I do, however,  remember climbing over the long grass to get amongst the daisies. I remember how warm it was that day and the strong smell of salt. I remember how later that day I kicked arse at Pirates Putt Putt.  And most of all, I remember how great it was to be young and carefree. I wish I made a daisy chain that day and worn it as a hippy band. Because that's exactly what I want to do right now.