the road not taken...

Running an errand last week had me traveling over the river and through the woods...
well, not really, but it certainly seemed like it. Once my errand was complete,
I chose a slower, 2-lane road for the journey home.

I'm so glad I did, or I would have missed this old school house
(you know how I love old buildings)...

Here she is at a different angle...

 then I came across a barn full of character...

Up the road a bit more, I spied a windmill spinning in the most beautiful blue sky. 

No touch-ups here, the sky was actually that vivid a color blue.

So glad that I stumbled upon this path home...

it certainly reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost:

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 really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked 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.