This is where I found my passion. After my father died, I lost all interest in plants. Because of neglect almost all my plants died.
Most of my plants are what I call my heirloom plants. Plants that I got from my family and grown by my Father and other family members that are no longer with me.
The only things I ask for when Mothers Day and other occasions come around are plants, houseplants and outside plants make no difference to me. I have already started sharing my plants with other family members.
My daughter has also picked up the love of plants. And my sister said she killed every plant she has tried to grow, is growing things now that she would never have tried.
We share a Heartleaf Philodendron, that is part of a cutting that has been the family 50 years.
This year I am harvesting pecans for the first time that my father planted 15 years ago.
I found, and nursed back a Camelot rose that was given to my mother for Mother's Day years ago and now it is thriving.
I know it is different for everyone. However, when I am gone too there will be another part of me left behind that people can share, and I hope will love.
I hope this doesn't sound to oversentimental,
after all the the definition of passion is, intense emotion: intense or overpowering emotion such as love