Mum was green fingered and was delighted when we bought a house with a garden and a greenhouse.  Every year she grew tomatoes and outside there were beans - so many that school summer holidays seem to have been spent slicing them up for the freezer.  She kept meticulous records - 1983 was a particularly good year when she picked 687 tomatoes weighing 88lbs and we sliced 93lbs of beans.  Less successful was a cucumber (it was bitter) and one year some tomatoes grew to twice their normal size - surely some sort of genetic mutation?  Mum and dad christened them a 'freaks', though now (thanks to google) we know they were just a different variety.  And it wasn't just vegetables, mum also liked her pot plants - a love that she's passed on to Daisy.  African Violets when we were young and in later year cacti - so proud of the flowers on her Christmas cacti a few years ago she insisted Steven took a photo and make it his work laptop screensaver.  Everybody used to comment on it in work meetings and the like.