My grandmother loved to plant flowers. Her favourite was the sunflower. Recently, her arthritis worsened to the point where she could no longer garden.
One afternoon, I visited her and brought a pot, soil, and sunflower seeds. She struggled a bit pouring the soil into the pot, but she managed. Then she planted the seeds and topped it off with water. Over the next few weeks, Grandma was excited to see the flowers staring to sprout. Now the bloomed sunflowers are a reminder that she can still do, at least in a small way, what she enjoys most.