"I'm popping out to the garden to grab some things for dinner!" I heard my own words as I, well, popped out the kitchen door three steps to pick some things for dinner. It had been a good day, and, this felt like the icing on the cake. I felt a simulateous giddiness & peace as I filled my bowl. I really can't describe all that I get from having a little garden. So, I give up. Maybe it's just a feeling -- a lot of feelings -- that just can't be put into the right words, by me anyway!