It’s the little things ..

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.


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About Carleen Wild

Journalist. Communications consultant. Photographer. Helping you share your story in a way that is meaningful to you as a person or for your business. Wife. Mom. Wisconsin transplant to South Dakota trying not to get swept away in crazy massive winds of Great Plains. Missing delicious cheese and great local brews.

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