As long as I can remember, the best time visiting my grandmother's modest little house was playing in the garden she created in her backyard. I felt a sense of happiness and elation when I saw the array of colors shining through the screen door of her dull gray family room. It was obvious that she had spent more time in her garden tending to her garden than inside her house. The garden exudes a ray of light and life that no other part of her home can truly match, as my grandmother had spent a lot of time and effort tending to each plant she grew there. This shows that the simplest things can have very significant value depending on the attention and care that the person puts into them. One of my favorite childhood memories was seeing my grandmother's garden for the very first time. With my tiny but determined fingers, I pushed open the cold, heavy screen door that led to the backyard garden. I remained silent as I gazed at the display of vibrant colors before me. Rows and rows of tulips of all colors lined up at the bottom of the field. The smell of sweet fruits and fresh vegetables reached the tips of each of my nostrils. Shortly after this incredible sight and smell, my ears pick up a distant buzzing sound. A handful of bees swarmed around the delicate tulip petals. My fear of insects overcame as I rushed home. The sound of humming has now turned into a series of laughter. As I nervously turned around, I saw my grandmother standing next to me, wearing a bamboo hat that protected the upper half of her face. “Honey, bees will only sting you if you disturb them” she...... middle of paper ...... dirty; therefore, the garden began to slowly 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 because of my grandmother's hard work and determination to create and maintain it. When my grandmother became old and sick, she could not maintain the healthy condition of the garden, thus, it became "old and sick" with her. Before leaving my grandmother's house, I planted tulip seeds in the center of her garden and promised myself that I would come back every other day to feed it like she used to do. Since my grandmother can't leave her room, I made sure the vibrant tulips are visible from her room, hoping it will make her dull room a little brighter, like it once did..