Her gardens had variety, and she never held to any set rules. There would be varieties of flowers in among the vegetables, and they grew in a crazy profusion, that was unique and beautiful. I have cherished memories of spending quiet moments of reflection in those gardens, and realize the wisdom my mother had in her approach to her gardens, raising us kids, and her life.
In her senior years, when her health suffered, and became wheelchair bound, gardening on my deck was something that helped her to recapture some of the pleasures of gardening she enjoyed, and joy we shared together in planning them, and working in them together. She spent many hours on my deck digging in the containers, planting, harvesting the tomatoes, peppers, etc., and we would enjoy them in our meals together that night. My little dog would be there surveying what we did, just happy to be there. There were always birds at the feeders, and butterflies lighting on the flowers in the planters mingled with the vegetables. These activities kept her mind alert, and her mind off of the disabilities that she had to deal with; she focused more on what she could do, and what was possible, than on what had been stolen from her. There was usually a lot of reminiscing, and laughter during those days.
If you have a loved one with disabilities, learning challenges, or someone who suffers from depression, this may be something to bring them a lot of enjoyment, and accomplishment.