The great Dahlia mystery

I asked for permission to reblog this as part of the love theme for February. I think it says love on so many levels. What do you think?

Just dabbling...

It’s a long weekend here in New Zealand and after a weekend of doing various things I need to get into the garden and tidy up.  The weeds are growing – drought or no, they don’t seem to care!

The garden is a bit of a mess at the moment, it’s just been so busy at work and it’s almost been too hot to garden, so apart from a touch of weeding here and there and watering the vegetables and strawberries daily, it has been neglected.  Amongst the weeds though, I have a little magic in my garden.

You see I inherited this garden and it was all very civilised.  Mum had a beautiful garden, she had roses, she had carnations, she had various pretty perennials, she has the azaleas and camellias.  But never a Dahlia.  She liked them, but not enough to plant.  When I first went flatting my…

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