When she had the chance to do what she wanted, both when she was close to political power and when she had retired, she planted flowers:

"Whose spirits have not been lifted by the sight of scarlet tulips in
the spring and golden chrysanthemums in the fall in a downtown square
where once a neglected bench sat forlornly among wild onions!" she
wrote in a guest column in The Washington Post in 1966.

     Way is vast….