Finnish marigolds.
By late July they looked like this. They got a transplant in September to a small patch of dirt near the house (for heat) in September and I took this pic this morning. Blossoms through two frosts. Year after year, they keep on rocking and rolling after the hardwood trees around here drop leaves and after the potatos and squash and beans issue their statements.
Children talk, and rivers and trees. People (never on tv) talk from time to time. These flowers are rather articulated, so I thought I'd blog'm.