I had forgotten the time when dahlia flowers appear in gardens. Missing the garden of my childhood, where my mother used to dahlias, I planted dahlias in my garden every year, here in Southend-On-Sea, but only now, in my third year here, did I have my first dahlia flower.
Today’s flower has a more purple colour. I don’t know much about the language of colours, but it seems that this colour is associated with hope.
I use to visit my garden every morning. This morning it was already very hot in the garden, but I could not resist the temptation to inspect every corner of the garden (after all, I do not have a large garden). And I saw the beautiful dahlia flower open in all its splendour. I like to believe that it is a sign not only for the joy of the eyes, but also for the hope for the soul, as every day comes in our lives with new expectations.