Gardens, huh? Okay, let's talk gardens. As a child Oma had three gardens and Mother had three gardens. A few flowers were planted along the edges to discourage pests, but most of it was edibles. We would also look after the garden of the minister's wife when they were gone during the summer. After a while Mother closed one of here gardens and planted potatoes in one of the fields close to the house. We always, always, always had creeping jenny that we had to roll up and remove from the garden because every bit of leaf or stem left would start another 3-4 plants.
When I got married the house we moved into only had a small bit of yard and no garden area. Mother lamented that I would not have a garden until Father reminded her that I was working full time outside of the home and volunteering in the community. He suggested that I had enough to do without having a garden I was not supposed to hear that conversation, and I still get a chuckle out of remembering it.
From one place to another there was either no space or no time for gardens, until we bought our house nearly 40 years ago. Man oh may, did I ever break my back trying to grow edibles in our back yard! Carrots smaller than pencil nubs, not enough peas or beans for a meal, and weeds that grew faster than the plants we wanted. After a few years we gave up. Honestly, I don't regret it. I think I gardened myself out as a child and have no interest left. I'm glad so many of you enjoy gardening. I appreciate watching you toil and the plants go through their cycles with no input from me.