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Sowing a Memory: A Tribute That Blooms

May 13
2 min read



At a funeral, people often leave with something in their pocket. A prayer card, a small card, a photo. They slip it into a book, a wallet, a keepsake box. And they keep it, carefully. Sometimes, they forget it a little.


What if that keepsake, instead of staying still, took root?


A keepsake you sow instead of putting away

Our seed packets and plantable cards are handcrafted in Quebec, in the name of the person being honoured. They are given to family and friends on the day of the service. They can wait all winter, if needed. Then, when the ground warms up, they are sown.


A few weeks later, the first flowers appear. In a garden, on a balcony, by a window. In every home, a little of the same person. A living memory, shared without wearing away.


Forget-me-nots, wildflowers or pot marigold


  • Forget-me-nots, with their tiny blue flowers. The name says it all.

  • Wildflowers, a mix of 16 species, free and colourful, for a tribute full of life.

  • Pot marigold, bright and orange, blooming for a long time.


For an even simpler gesture, the plantable funeral memorial card is planted whole: six wildflowers are embedded in its paper. Some families give it instead of a prayer card. Others, alongside one.


A name, dates, a few words

Each packet and each card can carry the person's name, their dates and a phrase that feels like them. Our graphic designer lays it all out and sends you a proof by email within 12 to 24 business hours. Production then takes 2 to 4 business days.


Looking for the right words? Our Funeral Inspiration page gathers phrases and thank you messages ready to use.


How to give them

  • In a basket, at the entrance or exit of the service.

  • Tucked into the thank you cards sent to family and friends.

  • By mail, for those who couldn't attend.

  • Given to the grandchildren, who love watching what they've sown come up.


A prayer card is kept in a book. A photo, in a frame. A seed packet is sown. And in the spring, the memory comes back. It grows, it blooms, it lets itself be seen.


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