My grandmother was absurdly talented. She could cook like nobody's business. She was a fabulous tailor/seamstress. And she was quite an artist - she could draw, paint and sculpt.
And she was one helluva gardener.
This was in back of her house, which was a tiny 4 room cottage. She'd had the back yard excavated, and a French Door put through the basement wall. Because there were slopes up either side of the back yard, lined with rocks, she filled in with soil, then planted flowers and "stuff" to make it pretty. Like I said, she could garden.
All these flowers make me long for spring. Soon, soon.