There was no lack, heaven knows, of dahlias of the desired colour.
Concerning my dahlias I have been told that they were not dahlias at all, but poppies.
Indeed, I must insist on my dahlias, if I am to preserve the garden at all.
And dahlias, what purples, crimsons, and oranges they boast!
It was a blustering day, and the wind had taken and broken the dahlias.