5 May 2012
The marigold, golden shining as the sun. Each petal perfectly radiant, spreading joy and happiness with its beauty.
Hardy plants, growing in adversity, so strong and reliable and so lovely. Look past the familiarity which makes us take it for granted, if it were difficult to grow we would prize it above all others, but it is left to be appreciated by dear old ladies in their pretty, jumbled gardens, happy amongst hollyhocks and lupins, antirrhinums and columbine with blue birds of happiness flying around. They lift the spirits of all who see the whole picture of a cottage garden at its best. There are bees and butterflies busy in their allotted tasks, all weaving a wonderful tapestry for those with eyes to see. We should all play our part as the marigold does, shine, radiate and blossom in gold.
Marigold • Opuss № I