He made me laugh.
Marigolds never ever fail you. They are like the repairmen of the garden, ready to fill a spot with brightness, or repel trouble on nearby veggies with their spicy scent.
When I needed him, he was always there, repair tools in hand.
The marigold is an easy plant that gets along with every other specimen in the border. A fussy mass of blooms is always anchored by the addition of structured, unpretentious marigolds tucked in among them.
He was the stable backbone of our messy, jumbled lives.
It was a year ago today that he left us.
Still missing him.