This is November. A time when plants get dug up to stored for next year. In six months, I’ll drag them out and plant then again. But my beloved dahlias are half gone. Below you see the bulbs at the bottom of the plants. When the green has died off they get trimmed to bulbs and dried out. Hiding them in a dry dimly lite space until the green leaves start to grow.
Some are still blooming. But the orange one in its hey day seen below, is done. Above sits it’s bulbs stripped of this year.