As far as I can remember, the best part of visiting my grandmother's modest little house was playing in the garden she had created in her backyard. There was a sense of happiness and exhilaration when I saw the array of colors shining through the screen door of his dull, gray family living room. It was pretty obvious that he spent more time in the yard nurturing his garden than actually being in his house. The garden exudes a ray of light and life that no other part of her home can truly accommodate because my grandmother had devoted such a significant amount of her time and effort to nurturing every single plant that grew there. This shows that the simplest things can have very significant value depending on the amount of attention and care a person gives to them. One of my fondest childhood memories was seeing my grandmother's garden for the first time. With my small but determined fingers I opened the cold, heavy mosquito screen leading to the back garden. I remained silent as I took in the display of vibrant colors before me. Rows and rows of tulips of every color lined up at the bottom of the field. The smell of sweet fruits and fresh vegetables reached the end of each of my nostrils. Not long after the incredible sight and smell, my ears pick up a buzzing sound from afar. A handful of bees swarmed around the delicate tulip petals. My fear of insects won out as I ran back into the house. The buzzing sound now turned into a series of giggles. As I turned nervously, I saw my grandmother standing next to me wearing a bamboo hat that shaded the top half of her face. “Darling, bees only sting you if you disturb them” she... in the center of the paper... dirty; then, the garden slowly began to disintegrate under his care or lack of care. It suddenly became clear to me why I love the garden so much. She was an extension of my grandmother. The garden I fell in love with only came about thanks to the hard work and determination my grandmother put into creating and maintaining it. When my grandmother grew old and ill, she could no longer sustain the healthy state of the garden, so it became “old and sick” along with her. Before leaving my grandmother's house, I planted some tulip seeds in the center of her garden and promised myself that I would return every other day to nourish it as she once did. Since my grandmother can't leave her room, I made sure the vibrant tulips were visible from her room, hoping this would make her dull room a little brighter like mine once did.