Love them or loathe them, few flowers take the breath away more than Dahlias.
I have a small garden, as you may already know, and haven’t grown the big blowsy ones for ages. But with the arrival of the allotment this year, all that has changed. I even prepared a specially enriched trench for them in the spring.
I think my love of dahlias goes back to my childhood. The head teacher of my first school grew them and once I had seen those tight little pompom sorts, I was hooked. My dad preferred chrysanthemums and grew those but I have never quite loved them in the same way. I think it’s the way they smell that puts me off. And the fact they do best in the winter. But dahlias are all aboout sunshine and heat and fiestas….so now I am a dahlia grower.
Next season I may get some of the little pompoms to join the big shaggy ones I have this year. And now I’m going to hope we get a bit more Mexican weather for them to enjoy, because it’s all looking a bit, well, English out there at the moment.