A Quiet Pause — and a Small, Beautiful Reopening
- Debra Flaming
- Jan 24
- 2 min read
If you’ve noticed a bit of quiet here on the blog lately, there’s a good reason.
For the past few weeks, my hands—and my heart—have been fully immersed in the unseen winter work of Flaming Acres.
Much of that time was spent in our storage shed, where the temperature hovers right around 44 degrees. Hour after hour, bundled up and moving slowly, I went through dahlia tubers one by one—checking firmness, looking for healthy eyes, and deciding which still carried the strength to be shared.
This is not quick work. It isn’t glamorous. And it certainly isn’t warm.
But it matters.
Each tuber needed to be carefully examined—not just to see if it survived winter, but to determine whether it was truly healthy and worthy of being planted in someone else’s garden. We never want to offer anything we wouldn’t confidently plant in our own fields.
After weeks of sorting, inspecting, and updating the shop, we reached a small but meaningful conclusion.
We discovered 23 dahlia varieties that overwintered beautifully and are ready to be offered now.
Not hundreds. Not even dozens upon dozens. Just twenty-three.
And that feels exactly right.
Today, I sent an email to our subscribers and former customers to let them know this small collection is available. This reopening isn’t loud or flashy—it’s quiet, intentional, and rooted in care. These varieties earned their place here by proving themselves strong through the cold months.
Winter has a way of teaching us that abundance doesn’t always look like excess. Sometimes it looks like carefully chosen. Sometimes it looks like enough.
If you’ve been dreaming of dahlias while the ground is still cold, this little collection is a gentle invitation—a hopeful glimpse of what’s waiting on the other side of winter.
Thank you for your patience, your encouragement, and your trust as we tend both the visible blooms and the unseen labor behind them.
Spring is coming. And a few beautiful things are already ready to begin again.
Warmly,
Debra Flaming
