10 or so years ago my youngest daughter brought home a packet of marigold seeds called “Little Tiger” (or something close to that) she’d won in a drawing at school. The first year we grew them they were, in fact, striped orange and yellow like a tiger.
Each year we saved some seeds and planted them again. But as time went the stripes faded and a new pattern emerged with an orange flower ringed by a yellow band. Perhaps a tiger no more, but still a sunny little flower in a pot.
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