My mother, whose birthday would have been today, loved growing flowers. A self-taught hobby and passion that she became really, really good at. I remember as a child, complete strangers would stop by and ask her if they could have a tour around the yard. My dad would document them throughout the seasons with his modest camera. We would tease him because he would take more pictures of the flowers than the family. I would roll my eyes every time we would come back from the pharmacy with more flower prints.