When Mom could not walk as far, never mind as fast, as she did all her life, we got sturdy metal chairs that we set up around her garden. With the aid of her canes she would walk from one chair to the next. The chairs were moved about so that while she rested she could enjoy seasonal blooms and scents. On good days she could proudly progress all the way around the house on a route that went from chair to chair. She made that full journey ten days before she died!
Her garden gave her such joy when she could no longer tackle her beloved mountains. She observed her garden as closely and with as much pleasure as she had observed the plants and birds on her more far-flung walks. The chairs in her garden were her equivalent to the rock faces that she sought in the mountains - worth a sit to enjoy the view!