eat your heart out.
Those of you who on occasion have been tempted to plough through my ramblings might remember my horror of dahlias and my likening them to big pink bloomers.
Whether it is reaching the age to be walking distinctly sideways up to the contemplation of actually buying a pair, I really have no idea. However yesterday evening I wandered lonely over to the allotment and picked a dahlia. Last night it wasn’t fully open, this morning I was greeted by this…
I think I’m in love.