Monday, September 21, 2020

My Friend's Beautiful Dahlias

I took these photos at a friend's house late this afternoon and once again fell in love with dahlias. I have never tried growing them and every year I admire them and wish I had them too. Next year for sure! I know you have to dig up the tubers and store them somehow to be replanted the next spring. I love that they are so tall and straight proudly flaunting their beauty. I love that they are late bloomers providing such beauty in the fall. xo


Pam said...

Those dahlias are gorgeous. Beautiful color. Perfectly formed petals. They remind me of my grandmother's flower garden. She loved dahlias and grew many. In late fall, she dug them up (along with her prized gladiola bulbs), and stored them in her root cellar until the following spring. Rosemary, thank you for this lovely picture that took me back, way down memory lane.

Content in a Cottage said...

Pam -- Any time I can take one of my followers down the pleasant road of Memory Lane is a good one, especially if a Grandmother is in the mental picture. I have pleasant memories of my own grandma's garden too. She was a marvel and rooted all of her boxwood from sprigs, had beautiful old-fashioned roses, and planted a vegetable garden from seeds every year. My favorite story about her was the one where she was sitting on the back porch steps during the depression wondering how she could make a pie for a nickel. She taught me a lot about thrift.
xo, Rosemary

Pam said...

Oh Rosemary, we were surely blessed to have such wonderful grandmothers! It's amazing how often I think of mine and what they taught me. I sure would love a piece of your grandma's nickel pie!
Have a wonderful day!!

The Queen Vee said...

Love your dahlia photo Rosemary, it is really beautiful. I'm also loving your and Pam's grandmother stories. I wonder what kind of pie your grandmother made for a nickel, I have not doubt that it was something wonderful.

My maternal grandmother excelled at growing Iris and Roses and my grandfather had the most amazing kitchen garden. My paternal grandmother had a very hard life. She did other people's laundry and taught me how to iron. I still iron everything to include sheets, pillow cases and Ken's handkerchiefs. I'm thrifty put not a very good gardener.