My mother’s garden

After the death of my mother, April 2022, I started documenting her garden.
The garden was my mother’s great passion. In the 53 years of her parents’ home, plants disappeared and new ones were added. There was so much in the ground. Every month something new popped up and my mother knew exactly what was where and when it bloomed.I followed the garden for a year.
I started in May, a month after my mother died and finished in April. Each month I picked flowers and dried them in large flower presses.