For all the flowers I’ve grown in my gardens over the years, dahlias have not been among them. Too frilly, too fussy, I always thought. Most annuals, in fact, are not my cup of tea. I prefer perennials that grow in the ground and return year after year, with little effort on my part and still lots of reward.
But these beauties I saw last week at my monthly garden club meeting inspired me to reconsider. The dinner plate dahlias were almost six feet high, growing amid sunflowers and tomatoes, similarly leggy types. As I stared up at them I couldn’t help but think they didn’t look fussy at all, only fabulous. So maybe next year, I will have to grow some of my own.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.