Reflecting on Marigolds
I've always thought of marigolds as lowly annuals my mother planted as borders. A common, humble, dull, pathetic flower. A flower to be planted in straight lines in the summer garden.
Traveling has changed the marigold for me. I can now see the richness of its color and its beauty in a garland.
In India and Nepal, offerings of marigolds fill shrine niches and drape figures of Hindu gods. Marigold garlands, both fresh and dried, hang in swags on houses and businesses. They collect in the cracks on the streets, adorn weddings, and accompany the dead.
Day of the Dead altars in Mexico are strewn with marigolds. Symbols of grief and prosperity. And I read that early Christians placed marigold (Mary's Gold) garlands near statues of the Virgin Mary.
While I'm stepping through the snow in my back yard, I'm looking at the garden. Next summer, I'm going to plant lots of marigolds.