I realize that I am being a little bit California-fluffy when I say that my life gave me a massive Sign yesterday while doing a Costco run ... I turned around and there was an entire floor full of Dahlias ... Each flower so large that I couldn't stop myself from verbalizing how stunned I was ... I've seen a lot of dahlias in my life, but these are particularly stunning in their height and flower size, bigger than my hand ... Memories of walking with Grossmutti and Opa in Ebstorf and always paying attention to dahlia-sightings with a kind of reverence ... This theme is all throughout my life, my mother raising them, they even come up as a sacred object in my sister's life with sweet stories of dating and being given these flowers, or of her setting a bouquet out for me when I vacationed here before moving back (xo) ... And no I don't understand why I didn't want to raise them upon her suggestion when I lived in Lancaster. It must have been a moment of differentiation, but why with something I love so much? To run into these prize dahlias so accessible and affordable, it's nothing short of a sign. How to recognize signs? It's when your heart does a massive opening. You can feel the shift, a Knowing that is just uncomplicated and present. Being so in the moment that you don't need anything else. And you are being given, in that moment, a LOT OF DAHLIAS. The take away is not to load up their entire inventory - although it was SO tempting - but to take that Inspiration and run with it, make it more.
On a technical note, the thing I've always been curious about is the work of the planting of the bulbs/tubers. Grossmutti had this MASSIVE dahlia garden but she had to remove the tubers before frost in Germany and replant them every Spring. Maddness! In the bay area, it looks like I can plant them and leave them year round, because our temperatures are never below 20 degrees F. What bliss. The Practical part of this matches the Inspiration side. Mother nature again guiding my life with beauty and inspiration .... I'm not sure G is as in-love with them as I am, maybe the general American point of view is that these are huge and crass and too jarring a color? They are not exactly gentle or subtle. It's okay, between dahlias and German egg-timer designs and inventions, I'll make G into a good Northern German yet. :)