What Road Do You Choose?

I hope you don't mind me sharing a few photographs I took on my morning walk yesterday. I love walking out in the meadow or the woods. I purposely mowed a path through the grass all around the perimeter of the field, not to make walking easier, but because I am afraid I may trod upon some hidden creature. I will tell you that when I took the picture of the damselfly, I turned around to step back on the trail and was startled by a tiny "peep, peep" and fluttering of wings. Right in the spot where my next footstep would have been, a baby turkey scurried to the woodline, along with two or three siblings. This time of year, I stay on the path!

baby fawn

a few found treasures

red eft

wild pinks

common blue damselfly

pines near stone wall

garter snake

wild strawberries


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller 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 really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black,

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with 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