That would be my mum, by the way. She has a fantastic green thumb -- the kind I didn't inherit, sadly. The flowers under her care bloom wild and happy and ostentatious, and when I step outside, I'm greeted by colour: soft watercolour pastels and in-your-face neon brights. Viridians, vermilions, violets -- colour hits my eyes and startles me. And then there are the textures! Leaves, buttery-smooth or the slightest bit spiked at the edges; silk-soft petals and rubbery stems.