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. |
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The Road Not Taken |
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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; |
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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, |
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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. |
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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. |
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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.Kay