She and my dad were great gardeners. They always had gardens. It was fantastic.

The pond garden is an intricate phenomenon coalescing the intent and will of various people of influence living at various times.

She couldn't stand it after Dad died. They were made for each other.

She was very vivacious. She was a lot of fun.

As a kid, I could remember she'd take her knitting to the movies. She could just knit in the dark.

She didn't believe in fake flowers. That was a no-no.