What "the long daisies" mean in the passage? The passage is from The Ferryman (Jez Butterworth)
AUNT MAGGIE. No, I’ll answer. The truth, girls. The truth is… I loved a man who loved another. He was from Killborren. His name was Francis John Patrick Maloney. The son of a house painter. All the boys from our village were small and pasty and dark, or bright ginger goblins with blue skin and clammy hands, like deep-sea fish, but shyer. But Francis Maloney… Francis had a long strong back and golden hair. Bronzed skin. And green eyes. Like a minor river god. Like Morrigan sprung to life in Kilborren. From the age of ten, whenever I spied Francis I was struck cross-eyed with lust. My mouth went dry. My heart sped to bursting. I’d lie awake at night dreaming of us being together, going swimming together in the river, lying on the bank after, in the long daisies. And then one day packing up all the small things we owned and sailing off to America to live in New York, ride the subway with our ten fair-haired, green-eyed boys and girls. Tuck them to bed and sit up at a rickety table with one candle, drinking bourbon and branch water, reading each other Whitman, Thoreau, Emily Dickinson.