Some of my harvest...on the way to Grandma's house.
One of my favorite traditions is my annual overnight delivery of my first batch of veggies to my octogenarian grandparents in South Carolina. Every bit of the process is a delight, from anxiously waiting for the first blush of tomato red, the joy of picking, the wrapping, and the happy heart I get thinking about the smile on my beloved grandparent’s faces when they get their package. Such a small thing can bring such great joy. Here’s a suggestion: do something a little nutty and nice, like handing out bubbles to kids on the train or stopping by a nursing home with a pile of great books. It’ll make you happy. Promise.
