Wednesday, October 16, 2019

If the Path Be Beautiful...

While looking through magazines at Barnes and Noble one day, I came across this lovely quote.  Being rather naive, I immediately thought what a wonderful perspective to have toward life.

And then I remembered...

A story about a little boy and girl who wandered down a beautiful forest path until they came to a house made of gingerbread and candy.  We all know what happened next.

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    1. I don't blame them really. I don't think I could pass up nibbling on a gingerbread house!

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  2. Dear Gina ,I do remember his story, I read your last post and I am very happy you have arrived safely and that you are enjoying your new surroundings, I look forward to you sharing of this new journey, it sounds exciting.

    What a beautiful surprise I received in the mail and thank you so much for the address, I am looking forward to corresponding with you. The main reason i started blogging was to find and make new friendships, I was so happy when I found your blog.
    Enjoy unpacking and finding for the right place for your pretty treasures.
    Love from me to you.
    Sue

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    1. Thank you, Sue. I have been so busy that I don't know which end is up! The moving van arrives on Thursday! I'm looking forward to arranging things!

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  3. there are two sides to everything isn't there, it is nice when you can stay positive though :)

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  4. What a beautiful quote and a reminder that there are two sides or perspectives to ponder! Enjoy your weekend!

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    1. Thank you, Robin. I hope to enjoy an autumn stroll in the midst of unpacking boxes.

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