Now, I’ve chosen ground for a seed. I’ve started down a path. This path, I hope, makes this site of additional value to flower bulb and generalist gardeners, even landscapers. I’m not sure where this path will lead, but I hope, in the end it was the fertile ground; the better road.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1874-1963) 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. |
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