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Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

—Henry Ward Beecher

In Simple Pleasures of the Garden, Dawna Markova shares a story about a woman who

has kept her attitude of gratitude alive: “Several years ago, I was walking in March

along a gravel road that led to the ocean in Rhode Island. A very old and thin

woman came hobbling down a driveway toward me. I waved and continued

walking, but as I passed, she grabbed my arm, turned around and began to pull

me in the direction of her house. I instantly thought of the witch in Hansel and

Gretel, and tried to pull back, but that only made her clutch tighter around my

wrist. Besides, she didn’t cackle, so I relented.

“She didn’t say a word, in fact, until we approached her house: a shingle-

style cottage with green shutters and a front lawn erupting everywhere in purple

crocuses. She released me there, throwing her arms up in the air and shouting,

‘Look at this splendor! Isn’t it a miracle?!’”

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