Even if you're like, totally fucked up and in a wheelchair, you can still garden, okay? Millions of disabled people assume they can't, but that's only because nobody told them how, which is what I intend to do.
Now, the first thing is to plant seeds. Wait until after it rains and the ground is soft. Take a long stick (like a broomstick) and your seeds, and wheel yourself out to the backyard. Just sort of poke the ground a lot with the stick to break up the dirt, and then throw the seeds. Then move the dirt around with the stick and try to cover the seeds so the birds don't eat them. Another way of planting the seeds is to pour them all over your clothing, then fall off the wheelchair and roll around on the ground. The seeds should stick to the wet dirt. Then you can sort of cover them up with dirt and somehow crawl back into your wheelchair. I don't know if this actually works, but you can try it.
The second thing is to tend the garden now and then, like watering it and squashing bugs and stuff. Of course, the more times you go out, the more chances there are for you to get stuck, and if you live in a neighborhood like mine, nobody pays attention to somebody screaming. So maybe you should just stay inside and hope for the best.
The third and last thing is to harvest your vegetables. (If you planted flowers, that was stupid, because you could have grown them indoors in pots and left them on the window sill.) Now you have to go out and dig up those vegetables, because you can't expect other people to feed you forever, right? Okay, so go out and just try to dig them up. I don't know how you're going to manage a shovel. Probably you could take one of those claw-like tools (I don't know what they're called) and tape it to the end of your long stick and try to yank the vegetables out of the ground.
Lincoln's first Vice President, Hannibal Hamlin, was the first notable American to garden from a wheelchair. Lincoln was not interested in that, so instead he went to a theater and got shot, which was bad.
Another point to mention, while I think of it, is never wheel yourself near where a movie is being made, because if you have an accident and can't get up, everyone will think it's part of the movie, and they'll just leave you there.
Being in a wheelchair heightens your other senses, so you have no excuse not to garden. If you are allegedly disabled but not in a wheelchair, you don't need this article and should not be begging for sympathy. You are a social parasite pretending you can't garden when you can. You don't deserve that disability pension, but your crooked doctor wrote a letter for you, and now Joe Taxpayer is stuck.
For those others to whom the above criticism does not pertain, I hope I have helped you improve your life as a disabled person in some small way.