The Road Less Traveled

Inspired by MarySue's daily walks, Shelby and Callie's running shoes, and the need to walk James to school myself (he's not listening to his older siblings very well), I have decided to take a nice, long hour walk each morning with Jalen Andrew. I used to do that a lot when the girls were little, and even when Joseph was small, but then the housework grew, by mountain loads, and it just became harder to justify such a long walk. I have decided with my walks to take a different route each day, allowing myself to see the neighborhood in ways that I can't when I'm driving past in the car. I am enjoying the scenery, and finding great treasures such as an olive tree laden with black olives, dandelions growing in a large expanse of green grass (I have LOVED dandelions since my childhood days in New York, but I haven't seen any for a long time), and archways of trees that I had to duck to walk under, not to mention the unique beauty of the older homes with their large irrigated lots. Don't worry if those images don't do anything for you, their not meant to. They are only my memories; to have your own you too must take the road less traveled. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 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 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.