Sometimes it’s the little things...

 
 
That red enamel cup is a sweet reminder of my Dad. You could see him stop on his way to or from the barn to look at what might have changed since the last trip. It might have been the snow drift was taller, his plants in his garden changing or how the water in the brook had come up.
Now when I walk to the barn or out to the back field, I find my self taking time to breath and take in the spectacular view. I stop and hug a big old tree and feel my roots stretching down in the ground too. When you get a chance take time for the little things.
Love ya,
Karen
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