Olivia tugs at my jacket indicating she wants a trip outside with her grandpa. Her first favorite stop is the swing set where I sing songs to her pushing her back and forth gently. A mostly toothless smile and chubby red cheeks greet me with each cycle.
Next we head to the greenhouse where we check out the microgreens. More a storage shed now, the beds are on their last legs and I will be harvesting all the greens for a salad tonight. Before I do that, Olivia reaches out for a leaf. She sticks out her pink little tongue and inhales a leaf. And another. And another. And another.
I then tickle her nose with a sprig of rosemary that I am wintering over. She gives me a quizzical look, not really sure what to make of it.
No matter, as I help her down off the greenhouse racks taking her in hand as she leads me to our next adventure.
