Oh, there were days when her Moroccan basket did not seem so full.
Days when she peered into the basket and only a few blooms peered back at her.
But there was no easy shortcut.
Each flower had to be picked one by one; it was the only way.
It was best to approach the task with curiosity and enthusiasm.
And to see the beauty in the picking.
And with hard work -- after braving thorns and even swarms of bees -- perhaps she would see this.....
But in the mean time, she was busy giving thanks for each and every blossom.
Happy Thanksgiving.
