My mother loves flowers and most of all she loves aster amellus. Last week my mother celebrated her 87th birthday and her garden punctually produced a sea of blossoms as a birthday present. Today I photographed a part of this large light purple carpet.
She, the proud gardener, stood right beside me and so I asked her. "Weed, really?! Right in the middle of your beloved aster? Once in your life, you will give weed a chance?!"
My mother answered: "You are like your father, both of you will only recognize roses and chives! That’s mentha!"
I think, she had a lot of fun in this moment.
She did underestimate me, I recognize a passiflora too!