It is interesting that I find I am growing many of the same kind of flowers my mother did. I don't think it has anything to do with "Mum did, so I will" It is simply because I learned to love the same flowers as a child, when I would help her in the garden, and of course now, seeing them bloom, brings back many fond memories of the times we spent together.
Their colors are so striking with some of the flowers having dark centers ringed in a paler shade, usually white, and petals which look as though they are made from velvet. You just want to reach out and stroke the petals to see if they feel as soft as they look. These anemones have been growing in the same spot for three years now, and seem to be quite happy.