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Planting Marigolds

My mother taught me how to plant marigolds I was eleven and in a bad mood, it was my punishment For days nothing happened, making me angrier Tiny green sprouts got me excited I watched them grow into little double leaves on stems More leaves arrived daily, it was a tiny green hedge now I kept watering One morning there was a miraculous switch to yellow Yellow and gold, gold and yellow Ribbons of ruffled marigolds A trail of them and they were gorgeous. I was hooked on planting now!

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Date: 7/30/2022 12:07:00 PM
There was a method to your momma's madness, wasn't there?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2022 1:45:00 AM
There usually was

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