These are the flowers that my neighbor Claude gave me for helping out a bit in her potager (kitchen garden, though in Claude's case it is a big yard down the lane just outside the village). Belle, non? I have to try again to get dahlias to grow in my CA garden. They are such beautiful blooms to have at the end of the season when it seems all else has given up. I must have planted them four times already there along the driveway in Healdsburg, and they never come up. As Mauro would say, pequeños animales, meaning the gophers musta' got 'em. But then I'm mixing my cultural metaphors.