A happier post

Back in the spring, I was cleaning out my parents' garage (so that it was possible to actually get in through the door), and I found a plastic bag that said 'Dahlia Bulbs' on it. Somebody had obviously bought them some years ago at a supermarket, but I only really had the label's word as to what was in there, as it was really just dahlia soup. One of the bulbs was still intact though, and had started to sprout. Bearing in mind that it hadn't just been in a bag in the garage, but in a bag, in a box, in a cupboard in the garage, the shoots were pale enough to make an albino look suntanned. So I planted it in a nice big pot, and put it outside in the sun. Where a slug promptly ate half of it. Still, I coaxed it on (the dahlia - most emphatically not the slug), and now - hurrah!

( Look look look! )