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I invited you once to tea
in those salad days of summer past,
you were a vibrant garland
that bordered my soul
with hope.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: the humble Calendula – Marigold, is one of my fave flowers. I have had it inn tea, a friend was familiar with it qualities as a dye, and I’ve had it in salad.
Paul, pvcann.com
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I think of it as India’s national flower, they use it in garlands for gods and prolifically for wedding decorations … they must have acres of it for all the blooms I’ve seen.
I’ve had it in salad but never in tea 🙂
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Yes, the tea was interesting, i also had it as a “coffee” which was um, well, different 🙂
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lol most drink those two for the caffeine so it would be lost on the addict 😉
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It was just so 🙂
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I totally agree with Kate. The mention of the word flower always brings marigolds to mind. 😊
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🙂
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What a flowery compliment of a poem. (Pun intended)
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Lol, I see that germinated in your mind 🙂 Thank you, enjoyed that response.
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Clever retort.
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Lol, thank you
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I always plant marigolds throughout my vegetable garden! I love the first two lines “I invited you once to tea, in those salad days of summers past!” Right away I am envisioning a tea party in the garden!
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You are right on the ball there Heather, and with a border garden.
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Absolutely!
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🙂
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Love marigolds too. They stand tall in the worst heat and humidity of summer.
Delightful poem!
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Thank you Sandy, yes, I share that experience, they do stand tall.
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i love marigolds, they are unassuming and graceful, beautiful poem Paul to show me its many uses, they grow wild here and so lovely
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Yes, I thought they’d be wild in your area, so many gifts.
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they are gorgeous in the inter monsoon season
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How delightful, here they go from late winter right through to autumn, depending on time of planting of course, and they shout colour and life.
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so cool, it seems they take over the seasons in every hemisphere!
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Yes, and as they’re my fave non-indigenous plant it is such a delight to have that energy they bring.
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Beautiful poem. I love Marigold too. It’s a perfect companion to vegetable plants especially the tomato.
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Yes, it is a great companion plant, nice reminder Winnie and thank you.
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Thank you for stirring a lovely childhood memory Paul…no pun intended!
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But joyful nonetheless, and thank you for sharing that.
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Oh, wow. I really love this one. How beautiful. Cleverly written, too.
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Thank you for your encouraging words Laura’s, glad you found that beauty.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Happy to share you words, Paul!!!
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Always grateful Charles 🙂
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I love this!
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You are a romantic for sure! Lovely lines. Thanks for sharing.
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Many thanks Patricia, enjoying your response.
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Beautifully put! I love Marigolds too!😊😊
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They are just amazing, thank you Richa 🙂
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