"The family may be imagined as a web, a flower, a tomb, a prison, a castle," wrote R.D. Laing, the fatally flawed . We may be more aware of our image of the family than of the family itself.” I like to think of family as a flower. But a flower can be imagined as something flourishing, beautiful, sickening (think Wizard of Oz), shrivelled, or dead. It depends on the family. It depends on the flower. Not all flowers are lovely. I prefer them to be flourishing. These flowers are ox-eye daisies. They grow easily, they grow everywhere. They are beautiful, happy flowers. They flourish so much so you have to cut them down.