PHOTOGRAPHERS and artists must thank their lucky stars every day for the existence of the dahlia. It has to be the most photogenic, inspiring, artistic and drop-dead-gorgeous flower in the world.
Ironically, it's been shunned throughout history by certain groups, perhaps most recently by the trendy young gardeners who considered it too old-fashioned for their stylish outdoor spaces.
In the 1800s the upper-class English didn't much like it either, disdaining it as far too brash for their formal, manicured gardens.
And me? Well, I didn't give the poor old dahlia much mileage either, until I actually took the time to look at one in someone else's garden. It was soft, white and lemon, and outrageously frilly, and you'd have to be in a coma not to be thrilled to bits by it.
I was reminded of dahlias this morning when The Landscaper ordered a crumpet topped with whipped cream cheese, chopped nuts and elegant curls of lemon peel for his breakfast. It, too, was outrageously frilly, and I decided it was time the dahlia had its moment in the sun.