the path less travelled

Coming back from an overnight on Saturday (and returning to the cottage) I felt a little bit of Robert Frost stirring in my blood


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;



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.*
Basically, if I have confused you, what I am trying to say is that everyone else was over there going South and I was headed north and danced a little tiny jig.

Sonya says

July 24, 2012 at 9:55 pm

Wished our travels up north was the same last weekend…sadly not. crawling, crawling. But happy dances for you! Enjoy!
Sara says

July 23, 2012 at 10:17 pm

jiggity jiggity indeed
Tracey says

July 23, 2012 at 9:13 pm

Nice! Jiggety-jig!!
And that’s my favourite Robert Frost poem. (Though, I’m not sure I know many others…)