Me? I’d buy a greenhouse.
A solid, made-to-last beauty of real glass and metal. Maybe even a stone foundation that would age with grace.
Of course, it’d have all the high-tech features of 21st century greenhouses — automatic vents, efficient heating, water recovery, etc.
But it would couple that modern capability with all the charm of a 19th century English estate.
Inside, I would putter and dabble and play to my heart’s content, harvesting herbs and salad greens year-round, starting seeds in spring and maybe even trying to grow lemon and lime trees.
Nothing would make Kevin happier than picking our own fresh lemons to add that delightful citrus zest to tea, desserts and seafood.
... Except maybe taking me to Hawaii.