Across the Universe: Home Sweet Home

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Best view at the cottage.

Moose and I enjoying the fresh air.

Father and son. He's almost 90 you know!

Pops surveying the boathouse in hopes for a good spring.

Never too old for sparklers.

View from mid-hill at Sir Sam's.

My favorite boy.

Now that I'm a duel-y (i.e. Canamerican) I figure both Olympic teams will be chasing me down because of my outstanding skills.

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.

-Robert Frost