There is a lovely man in our village who sells dahlias. In the spring he sells dahlia tubers and in the fall he shares his blooms to those fortunate to pass by. It’s not a road I frequent so my gardening buddy delivers to me the most dazzling of dahlias.
In my kitchen dahlias capture sunshine and make me smile.
More sunshine, more smiles, more dahlias.
There’s a shade of orange I call Hermes Orange. It’s in these dahlia blooms. I think it picks up the Hermes Orange in the slipcovers. It’s a happy colour, and that’s important in my life. The most humble flowers from the garden are lovelier than the most expensive florist bouquets. (Well, that’s what I think and you all know I am very opinionated.)