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Meanwhile, again in Harrogate, a large yellow jersey made up of French marigold flowers was created on one of the town's grassy mounds.

And one day, when I was in the garden, he hastened down from his post of observation to reappear, smiling broadly, at our side gate, bearing the gift of a sturdy root of French marigold.

We found him drying French marigold blossoms to colour his risotto with during the winter.

For two days her voice had not been heard in hall or corridor, nor had the sunshine of her French marigold head lit up her familiar places.