The Road Not Taken.
Yes That Robert Frost...!
The Robert Frost Museum (his former summer home) is locate on a nondescript little dirt road in New Hampshire...assuredly as it should be.
The view of a full moon on the first night of summer...was pretty magical.
As was the Sunset that followed... the home was closed to the public for the night...but I stayed a bit longer to enjoy the quiet sound of crickets and my beautiful Gal that agrees to come along on my random drives in to the woods and in to the unknown.
The road not taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth:
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there. Had worn them about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden back. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubt if I should ever come back,
I shall be telling this a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
~Robert Frost~ 1916
Franconia Notch fields Lupine...