My mothers garden is a place full of life and unexpected things to find.
Most of the surface was replaced by a really big biotope where you can swim and watch a lot of animals.
She allows wild flowers to grow (her neighbours call them weed I guess) and loves to collect old things from farm houses to place them between the plants.
Since her husband is a special kind of hobbyist (he is britain I should tell you) who manages to make new things out of old (his neighbours would call them bulky waste perhaps), the garden also has a lot of constructions looking a little bit quirky, but everything is working great. Mostly.