Marigold Life
October 5th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Marigolds – flowers of the dead. I used to think they were too smelly, but that would be somehow appropriate, wouldn’t it? I thought they were too bright, but bright is what spirit does when it has no body. Now I am a little bit lovestruck with the shining marigold. Behold. The garden’s gone to seed and straw, but our little space for flowers has not. They are magical, mystical, and some say great in the kitchen as a tarragon substitute. I suggest finding yourself a late-season six-pack, popping ‘em in the ground and watching them beam as our lights start to dim toward winter. Clip them off when you’re ready — make a crown for your skull, fling them around your dinner table, and dance your life around the living room.
