Does this mean I am turning into my mother?

I used to give my mom a hard time about knowing the name of every plant in her yard. When my parents moved into the house they live in now (10 or so years ago), her yard went even more haywire between what was already there and what she planted. She even has a green house set up in the corner of the yard for the winter.

Strangely enough, one of the things I'm really looking forward to in getting a new house is fixing up my backyard.

What's really odd about that is I spend like zero time in my backyard now except for checking on my plants. The new house has a privacy fence around the back, and last weekend my parents and I went looking for patio furniture. 

I didn't find what I was looking for, but I found a Clementine tree. Mom is plant sitting it until it's time to move. Dad is spray panting a metal bucket orange for me. 

The rain has been really kind to the plants, so everything looks so good. I think my new yard will be filled.