What I did take pictures of were the dahlias, which were incredible.

Every size, shape and color. It's hard to get a good picture from this picture, but even on a gray and gloomy day, they filled the eye.
I normally think of dahlias as moppy-headed things--not my favorite. But they are so varied in shape.

I didn't know they also came out looking like daisies.

But my favorites are the ones that look like honeycombs. I don't know why. Something about their self-control, perhaps. Or the roundness. Whatever the reason, I love the shape.

No deep thoughts here. Just some pretty pictures. I thought they'd make a nice change from some of the other stuff I've been writing about.
2 comments:
Your grandpa Toepfer used to raise gorgeous Dahlias in Warrensburg. Maybe it is in the genes.
I remember hearing that. We'll see. They're interesting plants. No scent, though, as far as I could tell, but very lovely.
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