Yesterday, I was admiring this—
—and believe me, it’s not often I have a dahlia I can admire, let alone the tallest one I’ve ever grown.
And today, I drove home in this:
I’m sure I’m not the only one exclaiming in horror over this early October blizzard. And I don’t even have my bulbs in, dammit. A fluke, surely. In the meantime, I guess it’s sayonara for all my potted annuals, which were all doing quite well, better than they ever have at this time of year.
I did manage to cut the dahlia, though I suppose its siblings are goners.