I am getting an arm tattoo of dahlias next week and here is what the dahlia means to me....
Dahlias are like me...
they are reliable, enduring and despite the cold winter, they come back, looking unscathed, every year, without fail.
Dahlias are like me...
They are incredibly fragile and t times considered too sensitive....for the garden. The flowers easily brake at the ever slightest gust of wind. After a storm I find them strewn around, destroyed.
Dahlias are like me...
They draw all sorts of eclectic friends taking refuge in her petals.
Dahlias are like me...
They remain more beautiful when left alone, than when they are plucked. When claimed, the stem often immediately breaks off and they are left with no means of life.
Dahlias are like me...
Their presence alone makes people feel they are noticed.
Dahlias are like me...
They require very nothing in return for all the beauty they provide.
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