He handed her a wicker basket. "Pick them yourself. Middle of the day is best—that’s when the resin is strongest. Don't just take the heads; thank the soil while you’re at it."
When she arrived, the fields were a sea of fiery copper and sunny yellow. Miller was hunched over a row, his hands stained with the sticky resin of the plants. buy calendula
The local supermarket only carried dusty tea bags, which wouldn’t do for her potent oils. She decided to visit Old Man Miller’s farm on the edge of town. Miller didn’t have a website or a sign; he just grew the most vibrant Calendula officinalis in the county. He handed her a wicker basket
"Looking for the pot marigolds, are you?" he asked, not looking up. Don't just take the heads; thank the soil