The marigolds have bloomed and bloomed in all of their stinkiness. They love ninety degree days when the other plants droop and sulk. The butterflies visit them even if people do not.
Last year, I purchased french marigolds in a medium pot and in a small six pack. In the fall, I let them all go to seed in the vegetable garden and trough. This year I had 70+ plants to dole out to various beds.
I do not gaze at them fondly and think “Oh how pretty!” Also, it is very difficult to take a picture where they look appealing. Their dull orangey-yellowy-browny color comes across as “meh” most of the time. This week, I was blessed with blooms and lighting that hint at their endearing qualities.
Thankfully, the photos are not scratch and sniff or you might say something far worse than “meh.”
