We had two gardens (now just one), my father had one huge garden, little farm with cow, pigs, chickens; my aunts had a garden each.
Every winter and spring we had pots for the garden everywhere in our apartment, with all the flowers seeds, vegetables, little trees (was too cold to put outside), we had to water at certain time, made sure it had enough light. And spring bring it our gardens, work all summer. My stepbrothers hated it, because my father had huge lists of what to do, and their mother didn't work, was watching them all the time.
In our garden patients from the hospital were helping us for "special" favors or just liked it, because we always had very beautiful gardens full of flowers, trees and vegetables.
