"The road not taken.................."

..............a snippet from that wonderful poem.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost - Pub. 1916

Robert Frost, pub. 1916

After spending a few lovely days in Vermont, western and northern New Hampshire, 

and the seacoast, we returned to Manchester, Bob's hometown.

Having lived there for a few years long ago, I've seen a lot of places of interest 

in and around the city, but one I really enjoyed going back to, just short ride

 from the city, was the farm home of renowned and much-loved American poet,

 Robert Frost.

Though very hot, it was a perfect afternoon to stroll here for a little while

 taking in the country views, fruiting trees, birds chirping. . . . . . and only a

 few other tourists.

I'm home now and have lots to catch up with including comments - I'll 

stop by soon!

These August days of overwhelming heat are uncomfortable and tiring. 

Our travel back to Raleigh was exhausting with delayed, then canceled, flights

 due to storms . . . . . . . . and arriving home at an ungodly hour! I need to catch

 up with sleep and chores.  Laundry is done, ironing awaits. 

Garden is parched and sad looking, must water deeply today with no rain due. 

Bird feeders need washing and refilling. I'm now kitty sitting for my neighbor

 for the next two weeks. 

So lots to keep me busy - but I'll be back here soon with more of the 

great New England trip, including a fabulous visit to a favorite blogging friend,

discovering some lovely places to eat, a little shopping. . . . . . and a wild ride!

A man of words………

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises 

to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

. . . . . Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

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.

It's been many years since I stopped to view Robert Frost's lovely small farm in New Hampshire.

Pristine in the late afternoon sunshine, the farm buildings sit right on the side of the two lane road. 

There are no fences, just rows of native granite, solid and natural, making the property simple and inviting. 

I suggest you stop by if taking the back road as we did on Saturday. . . .the "one less traveled". 

It might just make all the difference for you also.

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The 'road' home yesterday was definitely not an easy one.

Mechanical problems caused the plane coming to get us to 

return to Philadelphia. Next one came much later and then 

we were stacked up above 'the city of brotherly love', 

buffeted by wind and rain for a long time prior to 

landing - I always dislike that part. 

Then an even later flight out of Philly, where the bad 

weather caused another take-off delay as there were 30 planes 

in line ahead of us trying to get off the ground. I 

could have flown to Europe in that time!

Once up, a smooth run to North Carolina and, right 

at the stroke of midnight, a great feeling turning the

key in the cottage door - safely home again.

Hope you enjoy your Labor Day celebrations - mine will 

definitely be quiet and spent here at home.