Recently my husband and I started a tradition of buying plants in memory of lost loved ones. They live indoors and out. My Aunt Mary is a lovely red tulip that comes up every spring, the same season that she died. His grandmother and my mother are both bamboo plants.
Sometimes we used the flower arrangments from the service. While I don’t have the greenest thumb, I always did my best to nurture and grow our “botanical” relatives. That care included talking to them!
My husband was tall, strong, and protected me from many things–much like a tree so that’s what he will be. I have a few months to come up with just the right kind.