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 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
The Road Not Taken
I was walking around in the woods of Connecticut with Steve and his family - the Gillette Castle woods draped in wisteria and scattered with the remnants of William Gillette's (Sherlock Holmes actor) model train and Devil's Hopyard State Park. The New Englandness of the broad leaf forest and trails and the nearness to graduation reminded me of Vermont poet Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". It is beautiful here this time of year as the peepers are piping in the ponds (alliteration up the yin yang, eh?) and the vegetation makes the former anticipation of spring worth the wait.
Rhododendron
A little taste of history
Gillette Castle
Mary Ellen (Steve's mom) and Steve, Gillette Castle
The most beautiful green
How is it living? (Devil's Hopyard State Park)**Puritans believed the devil made the perfectly round potholes in the falls, which geologists and much of the rest of humanity believe are formed by pebbles swirling and scouring the softer rock in turbulant water.
Connecticut River from the pirate dock (actually a "private dock, but less interesting, no?)
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