I have no new knitting to show you today. No tiny socks, no glove progress. Yesterday it was just a major job to keep my eyelids propped open and be semi-productive. I was in bed by 9:30 pm and I'd like to say that I feel like a new woman today, but let's just say I feel rested.
I was trying like the dickens to finish the book, The Davinci Code. I have persevered and am down to the last 50 pages. To those who gave up on the book and wondered whether it's worth it, it IS, in my opinion. I must steam ahead to the ending to reveal all the twists! As I mentioned, though, I had heavy eyelid syndrome. Maybe today I'll finish it!
So, with no knitting to show you, I show you this.

Dahlia
My elderly neighbor started planting dahlias in small amounts some years ago. If you know dahlias at all, you know that they multiply. Around here, though, you have to dig up their tubers because they are not hardy for our winters. Barely anyone is, really. So, every year, he would plant his dahlias and then dig up more in the fall. More planting in the spring, even more digging up in the fall. Well, you get the picture. Here's what he has now..

Many, Many Dahlias!
That is my blue house, with white gable, red roof. Call me patriotic. That pathetic white patch is still waiting to be painted. Poor neglected home. But I digress...look at all the dahlias he has in front of his garage! Crazy. And it appears that white is the more dominant flower color for reproducing itself.
That is alot of digging and replanting every year. Then he ran out of room and the side of his house now looks like this, as viewed from my porch.

Dahlia palooza!
About once a week in the late summer/fall, I find a bouquet of dahlias in an arizona iced tea vase on my porch when I come home from work.
It's the little things that mean a lot!