Coffee Break with Liz and Kate

I’d been “testing” marigolds for a month or so, looking for that scent that reminded me of my grandmother. By testing, I mean rubbing on the flower with my fingers, much like you would to smell mint or basil or whatever. Because marigolds have a distinctive smell that I remember from my childhood. And marigolds are one of the many things that remind me of my late grandmother, Ibbie (Stewart) McAllister. Granny was the quintessential grandmother, in … Read entire article »