Sometimes it’s worth pushing yourself to get out there after work, and do a walk. If I hadn’t there wouldn’t have been a opportunity to get these shots of the dahhhhhlia darling. Since it seems to have been raining every other moment this week.
For some reason when I see Dahlia’s, they speak to me in that beautiful sultry voice, the film noir, movie star with the smoking cigarette holder in her hand, and the drawling, low key voice. The dahhhhhhhhlia darling, the dahlia.
What? Don’t flowers speak to you?
If you want to see more in the collection, here is the link to the Picasa album.
Now seriously, don’t flowers talk to everyone?
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams