Long ago back in the '70s, I had neighbors who had been gardening in Baltimore since before WWII - Victory Gardens had been common for vegetables - and I met Mrs. Waterman when she noticed I was planting a tomato plant in full shade - she couldn't bear to see that poor plant doomed from its first day in our garden, so came over and introduced herself to me and thus began my education as a gardener.
Anyhoo, in winter, small glass jelly jars and vases held impatiens cuttings in water across the middle of each of her windows facing us, and when struck by the sun, they glittered like gems of a rainbow.
Her tiny back garden was a treasure trove of flowers and inspiration.