the allotment

Mr A was in a bit of a funk this morning, so I took him on a little adventure to see the most beautiful flowers grown at our local allotment. We got chatting to some folk and apparently the man who grows them wins many competitions with them. Now, I am not a fan of dahlias but these were so beautiful...maybe it was the crisp dewy morning that added to the pleasure...or watching the worry drift from Mr A's face as he absorbed their colours.