Mother's Day . . .

. . . on Zoom.

A lovely get together for a chat. Here are my two daughters and then there is Ella, the youngest grandaughter. She was called Tree, because she kept turning into . . . a tree. Then she reverted to Ella, but disappeared. She remained invisible, but put her hand up if she wanted to speak. She is an entertainment all by herself and makes everyone laugh. 

I didn't get flowers, but I got something so much better and so thoughtful (see extra).