For my birthday, Mom treated me to a table-top hydroponic herb garden. It is the only spot of vibrant life at our address (well, aside from the pointsettias Sr. Susan has been nursing on the fourth floor since last Christmas), and the carton promised green, fragrant herbs in six weeks' time. Well, I'm not there to enjoy the fragrance, but Sr. Susan (surrogate gardener while I am "on tour") sent me a picture so I could enjoy the green.
We have our last New York concert tonight (St. Athanasius Church, Brooklyn: the Monsignor has been promoting it enthusiastically).
And if business or pleasure takes you to Manhattan, may I recommend the "Battery Gardens" restaurant at Battery Park? We were treated there to a light supper, and we had only gone to sing a carol to the owner, who provided the refreshments for our anniversary celebration. The sitsers tell me he goes out to the park and challenges the homeless to a game of chess. If they win, they get a free meal. If they lose, they have to help tidy up the area--and then they get a free meal. Creative charity! The food is great, and the view (of Lady Liberty) is magnificent.