It is lovely to have friends who will jump in the car for a visit the moment the paint has dried in the guest room.
Frances, Queen of Dahlias, came to see me at my new cabin in the woods, bearing buckets full of her beauties. (I link to her website for all of you who don't know her work as a potter, as she is as truly gifted at the wheel as in her garden.) And my friends Kate and Brian with their 6 month old Elliot joined us for lunch on the terrace and a walk on the beach.
I am happy to share the dahlias with you. (And as well the corner of a postcard bearing a painting called Question of Balance by artist Joe Keiffer, also a marvelously talented person.) I don't think there is much for me to say about dahlias except that it wasn't until I sat myself down in front of a pitcher full of them in the quiet of this early morning, the day after all the company had left, that I really began to examine their curly, kooky ways. Dahlias pose questions of balance, among other of their ways. They bear up under intense scrutiny. And they know it, too.