the road less traveled

 One of my favorite poets has always been Robert Frost and I love his Poem "The Road Not Taken" I was thinking of this stanza yesterday when I got in my car to drive to Staples to pick up some mailers.

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.

I wasn't really thinking of it in terms of the directions I have taken in my life, but more along the lines of how I was feeling hemmed in. I guess that spending so much time indoors over the winter has made me want to get out and about more. I can remember when I was a child my family would always take Sunday drives. It was a tradition I carried on with my own daughters when they were young. We would always pick the less traveled road. 

The meandering lane, where horses, a frequent site in this part of Kentucky, grazed lazily in the fields seemed much more interesting than a busy road. 

I miss those drives. My children are grown and gas has become so expensive, that it seems a luxury to drive around for an afternoon. But, yesterday I was feeling restless. It was a gorgeous day, so pretty that I could almost taste spring in the air. 


So, I decided to sneak away for an hour, for just a short jaunt by myself. I rolled down my window and breathed in the fresh air. It was wonderful.


There were beautiful old homes...

and barns.....

and more barns.....

and yes in the distance, there were horses grazing in the fields.

and there were the remembered roads from childhood, Parkers Mill, Lane Allen. and Longview....and there it was  the little house where I first lived as a child.

This little house hasn't changed much since I was a child. It's yellow instead of white now, but there is the tree my father planted 60 years ago, the sidewalk where I roller skated and skinned my knees, and the yard where we played hide and seek. I remember this house so well and it is just the kind of little house that I would love to spend the years yet to come.


As I rounded the corner on to Clays Mill, I saw what I had been looking for.

The daffodils are blooming and that means Spring is almost here. My little trip was definitely well worth it.


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