Growing pots of dahlias on the roof terrace provides a late summer burst of brightness but also reminds Allan Jenkins of his dad Dad hated dahlias. They were ‘common’. And as for chrysanthemums... Dad was from Derbyshire. We were in Devon. He thought of them as a northern flower, mostly grown by men on allotments, for show, with competitive shades and shapes. I was always more comfortable with the thought of being common than Dad, who was proudly, profoundly middle class. We had a huge garden, there was an orchard, long lawns, there were red hot pokers, even pampas grass, but he drew the line at dahlias.
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