Looking as if it were lit from within, this dahlia’s coloring, and the late afternoon sunlight slanting through it on a Fall day in Ogunquit, combine to create a spellbinding effect. I grew dahlias for only one year as a child – the endless waiting for them to come into bloom was too much for my impatient heart to take, along with the fact that at the very height of their bloom the frosts came to take them out. While they have some of the most beautiful flower forms and colors, they are just too high-maintenance for me. I would never have the discipline to bring in the roots to over-winter, nor do I want to be bothered with the staking that the tallest and most striking ones require. But sometimes, at this time of the year especially, I’ll eye the neighboring yards with envy as I see the spectacular show that these plants save for the tail-end of the season.
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