Still mourning the garden of one shared house. Pretty much the only gardening we ever did was to cut the bindweed off the apple tree. It genuinely was an accidental biodiversity hotspot - you'd find hawkmoth cocoons just chilling out on the ground, and we actually had snakeshead fritillaries growing wild. Then the landlady got fed up and replaced it all with gravel. I came home to find apple branches being loaded into a woodchipper, apples and all. The stub of the tree did bear fruit the following year, but they kind of tasted of sewage.