My much anticipated dinner-plate dahlias opened up mere hours before I hit the road for Middle Tennessee Thursday. They were beautiful enough when I saw them, but when I returned home today (Sunday), I saw that more of them had opened up in my absence and had already collapsed under their own weight. They were splayed out like they’d fainted under the sun’s wilting rays.
They are so gorgeous but so unable to support their own weight. I need to rig up something so that they will be able to stand under the pressure of their blooms. I want them to stand tall and beautiful and proud. I’ve waited for them for months and it’s unbecoming for them to show their beauty and then ditch the limelight and head toward the ground.