Dahlias Stories

The walk took forever, but it was worth it as they reached an open field far outside the city. On the far side stood a weeping willow, the hanging branches swaying in the breeze brushing lightly against the stream that trickled around its base. When they were small, the land was dry and barren, but because of her, Dahlia, she cultivated the earth to now have her own secret garden filled with the flowers that share her nam...