Never say Never

I know, I know, I said there would be no more dahlia blogs.  But really, dear readers, I wanted you to feel smug, while you were warm and dry and reading this, and I wanted you to be able to laugh at us.

So there we were, this afternoon, out in this.  Yes, that is sleet running down our window.  We didn't get any snow sticking to the ground, but apparently just up the hill from us they did.

So Larry and I spent much of this afternoon, in full fisherman type rain gear, slogging through the muck to get the rest of the dahlias out.  We did nearly half, and then came back in to warm up, and then back out we went.  I thought these ones would be easier than yesterday's, they were planted in a hilled row, in some nice fertile rotted horse manure and shavings.  Well they liked it there, as most of the tubers were enormous, and it seemed to take much longer to wash the dirt out.   But now I'm happy to say it is done, or at least they are all out, cleaned off, and are in the garage.  Good thing, we have some -7 overnight temperatures predicted in the next few days.  Here's the wine cellar  dahlia storage room.  I put some of the tubers that I only had one of, on the shelves. There used to be wine bottles resting on those shelves. By the time we are done, those shelves will be hidden by piled up dahlias.

Maybe I could pretend these are weird shaped wine bottles.  

Here's a lovely Blackberry Ice Wine

Or even better, a Burgundy Cactus   Pinot Noir 

Ah, to heck with the wine, I'd rather go on a Caribbean fantasy right about now

And sometimes you just want to know 'who dun it?'

Here's the garage at the moment.  What a mess.  That wheel barrow is full of dahlias.  I don't think the car got in there last winter, and it might be out of luck this winter too.

After we were done, we went upstairs and had a glass of wine, and we were all warm and dry, and laughed at ourselves.

Here's what I see outside the window right now.  That poor, snowy, cold car, shoved out of it's garage by a bunch of dahlias.