When I walked out to grab the newspaper Sunday morning there was a painted rock in the garden by the front step. Squarish and about the size of half a brick, its once dusky exterior is now bright yellow with two large blue dots. I don’t know who placed it there, but it’s a complete delight. While I’d like to thank the artist, the surprise and mystery add to the joy of it.

It was not my first unexpected treat. I have a friend who keeps dropping books without announcing her or their arrival.

“Read – or don’t! I don’t need them back,” said the note included with the first lot. There were a couple in the bag that I hadn’t read, did and enjoyed. I passed along a few others.

A woman in my writing group brings presents to every session. In addition to her story, she’s brought locally-made granola tied with a thin red and white striped thread, wonderful smelling spray hand disinfectant and creamy, rich hand cream.

Another friend texted, “I have an extra yard sign if you want it.” I did. We had a long visit when I picked it up, which was a gift itself. The sign in my yard is now spreading energy, though possibly less well-received than books or granola.

I’ve sent a few treasures out into the world myself. I find I am circling back again and again to the work of ceramist Momoko Usami. Her pieces are beautifully executed and often whimsically colorful. Sometimes they incorporate movement.

The engagement of lifting the lid on the Inro Box – or the leg of the sunbather – is a delight. I am enchanted by her Bird Cage Box. It’s impossible to not smile back at her clever lip balm. I won’t lie. I did buy this for myself when I ordered one for a friend.

Along those lines, last Sunday I bought more than 100 bulbs for the garden. (There’s a plan tumbling about for more boxwood, too, but as is the garden, I am slowing down.) I chose three different varieties of tulips that will bloom early, late and “very late” (with which I have a lot in common.) Let’s hope they will bring a little joy in the Spring, to keep and to give away.