End of the Season

 The end of the dahlia growing season has come again and boy am I bummed. My Mom got me into growing dahlias last year when she gave me many, many tubers to plant here at my house. I was hooked from the first bloom. 

I didn't dig up my tubers at the end of last season because I was tired. Cancer treatments are no joke and I had recently finished mine. Over the winter I ordered a few tubers and attended a cutting sale at our local greenhouse in the spring. Then Mom gave me a few mystery tubers that she had left over. 

This season started out slow with late planting due to wildfire smoke in the air and a vacation trip to visit family. I was really worried I wouldn't get many blooms at all, but then in July they started. They haven't quit since.

But that first killing frost is on its way. Maybe not this week, the forecast says it will be warm, but soon. Now I just have to cross my fingers and hope that my tubers are healthy enough to survive the winter in our basement. Because this year, come hell or high water, I am digging those babies up.

My Flock of Chicken......Potholders

One of my favorite things to make is these chicken potholders. When I make one, I make a bunch. A flock, if you will. They're so fun to make AND to use. I wish I knew how many I've made over the years. 

This is one of my most recent batches.

This set is the very first set I ever made. It doesn't look like it, but I've made them in almost every color possible. The most challenging was the one in black. Black yarn and I are not friends!

What other animals do you think I should try out?