My favourite ragged robin
I know I have done this before but at the risk of boring you I need to share our dahlias with you again. These are from our roof terrace and not the allotment but that is because the pigeons and/or slugs and snails slaughtered the ones we planted on the plot last year.
My parents were pretty sniffy about dahlias but I have always loved their exuberant beauty. And, anyway, my rule in life has long been that if it is good enough for Nigel Slater then it will work for me.
White petals have started appearing in the crimson dahlia like Cruella De Vil's hair
Dan Pearson, too, has crazy curly white blooms in his garden. But what I most admired when I saw them last week was that he has planted dahlias in rows on his allotment, like potatoes or any other crop. And if it is good enough for Dan...
