When I was a child, my grandmother’s garden was filled with ball dahlias—those perfectly round, almost nostalgic blooms that seemed to echo the gentle curves of old-timey teacups. She’d tell me stories about how every neighbor in our small town would compete for the biggest, brightest dahlia, a tradition that felt as rooted as the plants themselves. But these days, I see more folks—especially the younger crowd—leaning toward pompon dahlias. Their tighter, smaller blooms fit neatly into trendy bouquets and Instagram posts, a far cry from the sprawling, showy beds of my youth. Some say pompons are more adaptable to our unpredictable North American weather, especially with recent droughts and heatwaves. Others argue that nothing beats the classic ball dahlia for resilience and old-fashioned charm. In my own community, there’s a gentle tug-of-war: the older generation clings to the tradition of ball dahlias, while newcomers push for the compact, low-maintenance pompons. It’s not just about flowers—it’s about what we value. Do we stick with what’s tried and true, or embrace the new for the sake of convenience and style? And then there’s the neighborhood association, always debating whether tall, flamboyant dahlias disrupt the tidy look of our shared spaces. Some neighbors want wild, colorful borders, while others demand uniformity and order. I can’t help but wonder: are we losing a piece of our horticultural heritage in the name of modern aesthetics? Every time I walk past a patch of dahlias, I’m reminded of family, of seasons changing, and of the quiet battles we fight over what belongs in our gardens—and in our hearts. #dahlias #gardeningdebate #familytradition #Gardening