Okah so, I hate that a bad story about my mum is up there; here’s a lovely one. At the funeral a young woman came to me & said she worked at the Flower/Plant department of the superstore my Mum worked in. She said my mum would ask her to save the dead or dying plants they were throwing out, and my mum would take them, nurse them back to health or harvest roots/seeds and come back to show her pictures of the plants she’d saved🌱 Me & the plants are going to miss her, she said. Me too love.