|Orange Calendula Back lit by Morning Sun|
Dodoens-Lyte said in 1578 of the calendula
|Perky flower and bud of Calendula in the potager|
They bloom when summer is young and at its most pleasant... mornings still cool...afternoons not blistering...
|Nasturtiums in matching hues|
I plant them from seed along with the nasturtiums... two, sometimes as many as five weeks before last frost, when temps are still cool enough (around 55-60 degrees F) for germination in about a week to ten days. You might also try starting them indoors in late summer to early fall... for your autumnal pleasure if that is your leaning.
|Golden Calendula and Winterbor Kale in the Potager|
I typically seed mine in one of the quadrants of the potager...along with kale or chard or bok choi. The Winterbor Kale I paired it with (find it here at Territorial Seed Company)...
Of course, like their garden companions, nasturtiums, they will reward you for your deadheading ritual, and will respond generously with more bloom, particularly if dosed with a high phosphorus feed now and again.
This time of year I am regularly cutting lettuces, greens and herbs in the morning, so cutting or deadheading my calendula is hardly a chore.
Occasionally a few of these edible flower petals will find their way into a salad or batch of scrambled eggs (however, if you plan to use them for culinary purposes, grow the single varieties which are purported to have the most flavor). Quite happily, another edible bloomer,
the sunny Yellow Stella De Oro Daylily blooms nearby in an equally happy color palette (I am a girl who LOVES her color echoes) to complete the edible flower calendula/nasturtium/daylily triumvirate.
|Sunny Stella De Oro Daylily|
|Tiny pollinators are attracted to its daisy shaped blooms...and make me happy|
|Calendula are at their best early in the day when they catch the glow of the morning sun.|
|This double yellow Calendula looks like the sun itself.|
|Calendula opens with the morning sun, and closes with the setting sun|
Some of these cheery edible flowers make their way into my salad bowl, but most are cut to create sweet arrangements that feel and look like summer mornings themselves. I can almost feel a lazy summer breeze gently blowing the white sheets drying on the clothesline as I arrange them.
Not often, but sometimes, with the help of this cheery bloomer,
summer mornings really CAN live up to to their bucolic magazine reputations.
and remind us of what it felt like to be a kid again,
on a summer morning,
just eating our popsicles, fighting with our siblings,
safe and secure,
|The Batesville, IN home where I was born, and where my mother hung clothes on the line.|
while mom hung our wet linens on the sagging clothesline.