I lost all my dahlia tubers this year. I had stored them in the garage, but they rotted away, a combination of damp and cold. Sue at Green Lane Allotments commented on my post about it. She has a plot in North Yorkshire and gardens on heavy clay like me, so I was encouraged to…
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I’m not quite sure why I decided to check on my Dahlia tubers, which I had lovingly stored away in the garage. Perhaps because several people had recently been talking about them. Perhaps just because I wanted a break from the very boring task of trying to re-organise the shelves in the garage that act…
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I loved Nigel Colborn’s rant about colour, though my laughter was somewhat wry, as I have always been somewhat scared of colour. My sister was “The Artistic One ”, not to mention “The Stylish One”, and my Dad, who I worshipped, thought Dahlias were the ultimate in tasteless vulgarity. So I have always been cautious…
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There were a million and one things I should have been doing today, all boring grown-up things like the accounts, or sorting through stuff, or laundry. Instead, I siezed the excuse of the new dahlia tubers arriving to potter in the warmth of a real Spring day. No coat required, just plenty of tea, and,…
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