I don't consider myself a gardener, but my grandpa did have a farm when I was a child. I remember how much my brothers and I loved to spend time in grandpa's garden and pick flowers for grandma, and veggies for dinner, and berries for pie! Grandma made the best pies in the world.
I have some of grandpa's plain ole daffodils, the kind that grow along the roadsides in the country, but to me they are special. Those who garden will probably understand.
I used to raise a small bed of veggies, but when the squirrels took over, I quit. Now I have an organ transplant, and I have to be very careful about digging in the dirt. I have to wear gloves and I have mostly perennial flowers that I keep weeded. I enjoy watching them grow and wait anxiously until the bloom. I forget what is planted, so there is always a surprise!