Wintertime always reminds me of my favorite poet Robert Frost. Maybe it is his name and the weather here that does it. I don't know. But, in honor of the fact that it is winter, and it's Monday afternoon I am going to put up my favorite poem from him.
I'm also posting these pictures of the girls taken in Plymouth Rock since this is where our forefathers landed when they took the road less traveled.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
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