Under a gooseberry bush
Field marigolds grew in abundance in the olive grove of our first house in Italy.
Here, despite there being a profusion of other kinds of wild flower, I’ve never been able to find any.
Until today, when I was out doing my snail-pace spraying of the fruit trees and spotted half a dozen miniature yellow suns.
I don’t know how they got there. Maybe seeds blew in on the wind, or dormant seeds sprouted from the cow manure we introduced.
But there’s something magical about them having turned up under a gooseberry bush!