One day, a month ago or so, John said if I ventured through a greenhouse to pick up some tall Marigold's, didn't matter about what color but old fashion Marigold's. I ventured off with task in mind, stopping in my favorite greenhouse, I was taken back at the beauty and variety.
I saw marigolds and picked up a few flats. So proud of myself I headed home. When I arrived home with plants in hands John had the funniest look on his face. With that same love and laughter in his eyes he said " these are the short ones". I said "no, they are go
ing to get 18 inches tall.
To my lack of understand the ones he talked about would get up to two pushing three feet. So what do I know. With a hug he took the short flowers planted them and we shared a moment on the porch with a glass of wine. Later that week he got the good old ones. Pictures say a thousand words.
Have a smiling flower day.