Dad loves dahlias. And the best bit is, there are no hidden motives or sub-texts, because he doesn't bore people by going on about them, and he doesn't put them in shows. He just grows them. He's been doing so for 30 odd years.
They're not my thing, because you can't eat them. But I like the ones in this picture I took at the allotment yesterday because they carry the first signs of decay, the first indications that summer's over and that we should get ready for winter and plant the spring cabbages.