My Mother passed away four years ago this September.
It was at her side, as she went about enjoying her garden, that I first fell in love with flowers. Mum told me that when I was a wee tot, I would go out into her garden and pick flowers for her, only the stems were always just a couple of inches long, so she had to float the flowers in dishes of water. As I grew older, I wasn't so much into the care of the gardens, but more interested in the plants which grew there, and I soon developed a love for Particular flowers. Mum always grew Gladioli, so now I have many growing in my garden, not only because I like them, but because they remind me of Gladys (Glady, my Mother)
Grandmother Minnie, and Grandfather Jack, also had wonderful gardens I spent time in as I grew up, discovering the beauty of many plants, so it isn't at all unusual that I now have such a love of gardening.
Thank you Mum, for introducing me to the wonders of creating and caring for such beauty.