Here we have a jumble of photos for your enjoyment.
Vassio Meggos, what a lovely flower.
Sprinklers--dodging them became a sort of game for us as we walked the aisles between the rows and rows of dahlias. The person you see to the right of the leftmost sprinkler stream is not a patron. Patrons do not walk between the actual rows, only workers.
Sheer Heaven, photographed after the sprinklers had passed by.
Rawhide, also photographed after getting a drink from the sprinklers.
Vanishing point, furnished by rows of Little Missy dahlias, a paved road, and the power pole and its lines.
More perspective, courtesy of the path headed towards the spot where just about everyone who visits begins touring the acres of dahlias. The cut flower stand and the food vendors are located in that area.
By the time we left, people popped up between the rows of dahlias. While it thrills me that folks come to enjoy the beauty, I knew from previous trips to Swan Island that I would also be thrilled to arrive before the crowds.
One more beautiful sight caught my eye as I drove away in the Zipcar. I had to turn around and go back for this photo of it parked nose-in beside the rows of Little Missy dahlias! A 1955 Chevrolet. My first car was a green one--I loved that big ol' car!