For many years, I lived away from my hometown. I would speak to my sisters on the phone and they would be delighted with the latest delivery of freshly picked flowers that our mother had given them from her garden. She would make a fine bunch of whatever was in season, blooming. Mum is the quintessential gardener’s gardener. It is never planted as to what is in fashion, but all about the challenge of seeing if she could grow it, and she always does – well.

Her motto will always live on in our family, “if you had planted it there, it would never have grown”, referring to the determined way plants self seed, and grow in the most unlikely of places, a reminder of the surprises that a garden can offer.

When I eventually moved back home, I received several bunches of flowers, the first of which were a pick of Roses, have a look at First Roses on the site . Roses that you only see in someone’s garden, tilted, vintage soft, fragrant hues, perfectly imperfect in their beauty. I felt compelled to capture their essence through floral images and have been doing so ever since.

I now will always have these flowers and many others too, and the memories in my home, but this time hanging on my wall. For years people have enjoyed these large scale fine art floral photography, and it’s all thanks to my mother’s passion that has given us all years of delight, her touch will always live on.