Back-up at the Tollbooth…


….or the Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side.  Or both.

Which sheep was the ringleader, the one who said, “Hmmm, the grass looks really, really good over there.”  He pushes at the gate.  Locked.  Maybe there’s a password, a lock, something that will get us from here to there.  Meanwhile, all the sheep have followed him, thinking he surely knows what he’s talking about.  They are now all discontent with the grass and priory that they have.

A cautionary tale for myself and any others like me today.  🙂  Blessings, Lisa