It's a beautiful late summer day. The sun feels warm, but there's a faint hint of change in the air. The sky is such a brilliant shade of robin's egg blue, that it makes the your heart sing........a great day for a walkabout. We (hubby and I) headed straight for the countryside to explore a new area we'd heard about.
We'd taken only a few steps, when the path we were walking, split........the two branches veering off in opposite directions. One path meandered into a grove of shade trees, before it disappeared from sight. Hmmmm.......green, lush and shady. Very tempting, on such a warm day. But, the other path led straight into a wide, sun filled meadow, thick with wildflowers that were taller than me. We chose the wildflowers, and we weren't disappointed.
Our experience reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost.
|Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.|
|The Road Not Taken|
Bees droned, and butterflies fluttered all about. It was a magical scene!
The colors were brilliant, even in the harsh midday sun.
The coppery yellows of the rudbeckia, gave a nod to the changing fall palette.
This thistle, with it's downy purple seed heads, and sharp, spiny stems and leaves, stood tall and straight, like a sentinel keeping watch over the meadow.
We chose the path less traveled.......and that made all the difference.
Then we rushed home for a a quick shower, and some dinner because ..............
tonight we're seeing this!
Have a wonderful, safe, weekend.