See that simple white dahlia in the center?  She was hiding in the dark forest of cosmo trunks and rambling snapdragon stems, along the crowded side of the row, where it’s hard to water. “Treasure!” I called out when I saw her as I was trying to wind the hose behind the cosmos.  Such a clean, refined form and pure color from a dahlia seedling – it’s pretty special.

But so is the lovely sunset pink dahlia to her left, or the curled cactus form painted in red and yellow, standing tall in the back.  And the lush, glowing yellow puffs, nestled in the middle row, that have bloomed and bloomed since early July.

And the ruffles of white and pink lisianthus – even dark plum lisianthus – and the pale yellow cosmos and very nearly the end of the shell pink asters.

It doesn’t matter that there are more to cut than I can possibly finish arranging.  Each one is treasure, calling out to her lovely companions, her bees and dragonflies, her impatient and plodding gardener, “Here I am! Come find me!  Your treasure is everywhere!”