“ Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place. ” ― Rumi
On a dark, dark nightOn an old, old farmIn a rickety, cricketyTumbledown barn,Everyone slept peacefully-But not the flea . . .A delightfully silly barnyard tale-now in paperbackWhat happens when a flea gets a bad case of the sniffles? Utter pandemonium in
