The story being near and dear to my heart, began 14,355 days ago.
When I was born my dad yelled at my mom as she climbed in the back seat,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING"?? She screams back, "I FEEL THE BABIES HEAD...PULLOVER!!"
Now Fastforward to March 1996...
"That Guy": Would you like to come over?...
ME: Maybe, Where do you live?...
After "That Guy" replies...
ME: You are kidding right??
"That Guy": No
ME: I was born in your driveway!
By now you are thinking this is a interesting story but what the
heck does it have to do with Dahlias???
Well "That Guy" who's name is Glen is now my husband of 10 years.
And in true lovers fashion he used to bring me FRESH cut Dahlia's
all thru our short Alaska summers. I say "use" to because the individual
that grew them no longer does.
SOOO I decided that "I" would start growing them.
And Since I live on a commercial vegetable farm, we have 100's
of acres to chose from.;-)
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