Apologies for absence, was at the beach hut (of which more later) and will report on Sunday's visit to plot tomorrow, but had to quickly share my joy at my dahlias. Now, mum and dad weren't sure about these gloriously gaudy blooms (thought them a bit 'common'). But I always loved them and always try to sneak a couple in past my minimalist wife.
These two were happily beaming on our terrace when we returned home. The first, name unknown, bought at a local flower shop last year. The smaller 'ragged robin' came from the Physic Garden summer sale, also last year and survived being thrown away by an embarrassed builder who broke its pot and buried it in the bin.
The last, the nasturtiums that despite blackfly I have grown almost every year since I was seven.
It is good to be back...
