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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. She tapped her chin, looking at her notebook

Elara spent the afternoon under the humming sun. As she filled her basket with the sticky, bright blossoms, she felt the familiar calm of the garden. By the time she paid Miller—a fair price for a harvest that smelled like autumn and honey—her fingers were coated in the flower's healing oils. She decided to visit Old Man Miller’s farm

"Looking for the pot marigolds, are you?" he asked, not looking up.

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."