Orchids will always remind me of Joani - her father grew them in the hot-house they created for him when he lived near to them - she always referred to him as 'Daddy' and he managed to live reasonably independently into his 90s.
Joani loved gardening - one of the last emails I had from her was news on the work she had been doing in their new garden having moved house - she sent photographs of her hard work for John's birthday last September.
Her previous garden sported a fabulous terracotta warrior which I am sure she referred to as The General - I can't remember if he got to move with them.
As I repotted the plant I rescued from Mum's (when it had only one leaf remaining) I thought about the people we have lost since moving out here - a sign of getting old I suppose but too many of them have been taken far too soon.
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