Sometimes it’s a smile.  Or a ray of sunshine.  Or a hug from your child.  Or husband.  Or a song.

This morning ..

It was this.

Often this fall, on the last leg of my jog through our neighborhood, there is a table sitting out with fresh tomatoes.  Free for whomever shall come along and appreciate them.

I on occasion will grab one red and one yellow because my crop for some reason this year, has yet to turn.  And I fear it is all but too late for them to be anything but green.  And I so enjoy fresh sliced tomatoes.

I grabbed one of each again this morning.  And smiled as I jogged the last leg of our morning run, home.

I’m pretty sure the dog did too.