
Dear Friends, this road trip is not mine, but I wish I could claim these amazing photos. My friend, co-worker and crafty cohort, Ann, took these on a Mom-Daughter road trip to North/Central, Iowa.

I wish I could take all of these gorgeous photos and turn them into water color paintings. I doubt I would do them justice!


All have been loaned to us,
Man did not create
Protect & Preserve.

Doesn't this make you want to take the road less traveled?
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
2 comments:
What a beautiful post.
Beautiful pictures and beautiful poem..Thank you for sharing:)
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