My gold: marsh marigold

Peter laughed happily. “They are my gold!” cried he. “See how they shine! And they are full of golden meaning, for now I know that truly Mistress Spring is here to stay. I hoped I would find the very first one, and I guess I have.” Once more Peter Rabbit kicked up his heels for pure joy.
–Thornton B. Burgess, The Burgess Flower Book for Children (1923)

3 thoughts on “My gold: marsh marigold”

  1. I love those! Em does too–she likes to pick a bunch of them, cut off the stems and float the flower heads in a bowl of water.

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