I watched as three hard frosts turned my Dahlias from stately ladies to swampy rags and I lost my nerve.
I dug up the tubers and they are now upside down, drying out in a cool room.
I couldn’t face losing them. I couldn’t face a winter of fretting…..were the tubers slowly rotting underground whilst I watched and wondered?
The Great Dahlia Experiment 2016-2017 is off. Null and void. Maybe 2017-2018 will find me in braver mood, ready to face the winter with carefree abandon. I doubt it though. It’s their little faces you see.
Dahlias become friends.
