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The Makings of an Addiction

Posted 3/19/2014 7:55am by Jeanette Wilson.

  What does it take to get hooked on something – a thing that consumes daydreams and causes you to spend money and effort to have more of it? How can it start so innocently and then become so driven by passion? Look no further, I can answer that.  



A few years ago, Frank and I were busy trying to figure out what was best to do as we continue the farm here in Candler. We have a long and full heritage of crops and cattle raising.  We knew that folks are interested more than ever in the lives of small family farmers and we began to make changes to allow us to deal with more of those neighbors of ours.

We kept the cows, since Frank’s days have included handling cows for over 30 years now. I wanted to add some berries to our garden area, knowing those always sold with ease and were “superfoods”.  I also ordered some Dahlia tubers, a flower I had admired since childhood. (And this was a chance to get a few more at one time than I could have justified for the yard.)

The Dahlia order came. We planted them and they took root – as in deeply rooted in my heart from year one! Out of those homely brown shriveled tubers grew the most alluring flowers I had ever met.  And the varieties were endless. Some were soft pastels with faint shading, others were voluptuous saturated colors more exotic than any rose. (I hear you saying, “But tell us how you really feel!”)

So each year afterward, I added some more varieties and each made more duplicates of itself, until the vegetable garden was in hard competition, vying for space in my plowed ground.

As our youngest son, Anthony, left for college, we made a decision. We would give up doing Saturday tailgate markets with meats and vegetables, and be more available for all the people in our lives that we needed to keep up with. And each of us would focus on the parts of the farm we loved.

Frank has kept his happy bovines, and they just keep making copies of themselves in the form of calves.

I kept the Dahlias.

This summer and fall, I look forward to making fresh flowers available to those of you looking for lovely bouquets.  And this coming winter, I hope to offer some of those homely brown tubers for sale.  Prepare to battle your own addiction.

Happy Spring!