To have known her was to know she was a flower in His garden. Lover of cats, plants, flowers, and family—her presence rooted in quiet grace: Mum.
Auntie’s robust red roses stood strong in the leonine sun, each bloom reflecting her warmth and stories intertwined with dimpled laughter.
Grandma’s garden thrived beyond its brick borders, her touch massaged the tangled scent of herbs and red clay.
These women fashioned home+place with steady hands, planting love to sow a couple of forever generations.