My love for Dahlias began with the Dahlia man. He had a booth at the weekly farmers market with his precious pots of Dahlia “ladies,” each one affectionately named after the women in his life. The Dahlia man had nothing but adoration and respect for the namesakes of his beautiful flowers. Naturally, when I first met him, I wanted to buy bouquets and bouquets of his gorgeous blooms. I’ve always loved flowers but these Dahlia’s were the most colorful flowers I had ever seen, each one intricate and unique. I was limited to one (maybe, two) Dahlia’s per week and each time the Dahlia man carefully packaged up each bloom for me with the care and precision you would think required for a much bigger purchase. I left the farmers market with my beautiful purchase and never without a story about the Dahlia origins to go with it. I’ve loved Dahlia’s ever since those market days many, many years ago.