Usually, I purchase small plants at a local garden center to fill a few pots I have. This year I bought a packet of marigold seeds and planted them (I think) in early May. They have grown into a gorgeous plant, with now only one bloom. It feels like I have been taught patience! The bud burst on the day Queen Elizabeth died. It felt somewhat shivery, nearly a sign that life, and beauty, will continue. I understand that my imagination often bursts with silliness, but nevertheless. the bloom happened exactly when it chose, not a day before, nor a day later.
