A few months ago I wrote about my budding obsession with dahlias. Now this obsession is taking root -- it's dahlia planting time.
So, I've dug out two large patches of my lawn.
I've made room between roses.
My son has expanded his garden plot with his very own hand-selected dahlias (no lesser peers than Creekside Volcano, Jessica, and Camano Pet).
Even my 3 year old daughter Lily planted a couple of dahlias this morning -- next to her oriental lilies, of course.
Once everything is in the ground, we'll be up to about 15 dahlias scattered around the property.
Plus I still have sprouts in their little plastic trays on the doorstep, tubers warming in potting soil filled milk cartons in the window sill, and babies under grow lamps in Martha's office.
And I still don't have room for all those Bishops. Briggs, I'm counting on you to take a few.