So, after an orange-flecked carpet of flowers through early spring and summer, we are here to bid goodbye to the calendula. They'd started to take over. Blocking light to the beets and oca, choking the carrots, falling over like a hen night on Tyneside...
Gone are the smiling sunny faces which can be seen for 200 yards. In their place, the stunted surviving chards which have emerged like freed hostages, squinting in the daylight. The last calendula are now in bowls brightening up the house. We have saved seed (and it is anyway scattered though the border). At least the tagetes is coming on stream.
