Back when my parents came to visit at the beginning of summer, my mom brought with her a few tiny marigold plants. Under my supervision, the poor things sat for weeks in their brought-from-the-greenhouse plastic cartons waiting patiently for a transplant to a proper home. I couldn’t decide whether to stick them in the ground outside or in an indoor houseplant pot. Finally I resolved that if I wanted to really enjoy them (a.k.a. remember to water the buggers, let’s be honest) I’d need to keep them inside.

I rode my bike to Gethsemane, the huge local garden center on the north side of Andersonville. A window box seemed like the perfect choice – marigolds are sunshine hogs.

After three months of awkward growth, they now seem to be at their peak of blossoming. This afternoon I took a few shots of their colors: