Saturday, April 11, 2009
My orange dinner-plate dahlia. The only one still surviving - since Munchkin was born I have been very slack about lifting the tubers, and most have disappeared into the soil. This one is still emerging each year from beneath the grass, and so far I have managed to convince Wombat not to succumb to the temptation to peel the petals off the bud. Now I am just waiting for the full bloom to open. I am sure you will see it again.
Reminds me of something else we are waiting for on this day.