My life is overflowing with joy!

A neighbour with a glut of runner beans starts leaving bags on doorsteps in August, because there's no way to eat them all and no way to keep them.

Joy behaves about the same. Held privately it tends to flatten; given away it seems to renew itself, and anyone who has told a friend good news knows the story improves in the telling. Whatever you have too much of this week, somebody within walking distance has none of it.