Just a little story to make you smile, especially Lady's Human.

When we were kids, every last Sunday of Sunday's School in June was "Children's Education Sunday," and all we kids would be given a little marigold in a cup. Every year we'd bring them home, and plant one down by the carrots to deter nematodes, and we'd plant one in the garden up near the porch. Well, a few weeks later, that one blossom had fallen off, and it looked like just a scraggly plant. Year after year, at some point Dad and I would be weeding that garden, and one of us point to it and say, "What's that?" The other would respond, "I dunno, must be a weed," and we'd yank it out. But as it flew through the air to land in growing weed pile in the driveway, one of us would smell that distinct scent and say, "Oh, dang - that was the marigold!" We'd rush out and retrieve it and carefully replant it, but frankly, it never did much after that.

So Saturday, when my big brother was picking up the flowers to plant, the ageratum didn't looks great, so he snagged a flat of yellow marigolds, as they looked good! So after we had finished two of the cemeteries, we went back and planted one bright yellow marigold in front of Pa's stone. The rest of the flowers we always put behind the stone, so it's just one silly marigold by itself, and I know if Ma & Pa are looking down, they will "get it" and everyone else who drives by will likely say, "What the heck?"