dahlias in bloom: old memories, new debates in our gardens

When I saw the first dahlias blooming this week, I was instantly transported back to my grandmother’s backyard. She always said dahlias were a symbol of patience and care—values she hoped to pass down. But now, as I tend my own patch here in the Midwest, I notice things have changed. My neighbors prefer wild, native plants for pollinators, while I still cherish the classic, almost perfect symmetry of dahlias. Some say these traditional beauties are too thirsty for our changing climate, especially with this summer’s drought warnings. Others argue that the community’s push for native-only gardens is stifling our freedom to plant what we love. I wonder, do you remember dahlias from your childhood? Or do you think it’s time to let go of old favorites for the sake of the environment? The colors and shapes of these blooms still bring me peace, but I can’t help but feel caught between generations—and between what’s best for our gardens and our hearts. #dahlias #gardeningdebate #familytraditions #Gardening