Marigolds in the garden
“Pumpkins, she wanted pumpkins”. The old man mused as he tilled up more soil.“I swear every kid wants pumpkins” he thought as the marigolds from last year’s garden fell to the knifes of the rototiller, several dried brown marigold flowers exploding their seeds as the cutting blades came for them. Still he smiled, picturing little Nellie’s excited face when he asked her what did she want him to plant in the garden.