Oh, for the love of getting a good dose of sun and shine, now that the blanket of cold was pulled out for the day. The trivial has become more important, but, it really seems to matter not. For just one day, throw caution to the wind, bury all that is hanging out to be done and walk the walk of the trails in the woods. The here and now is absolutely all that I am worried about for the moment. Tomorrow is another day. and I honestly have nothing that cannot keep for the moment. I have to admit, today is a glorious day! How about yours?*
It's Wednesday! We are walking! As always, I want to thank @Tattoodjay for hosting the #WednesdayWalk challenge! It is a challenge that allows you to share what you see as you walk through your day. Show me where you walked today, I want to see what you got to see and hear what you have to say. If you want to do the challenge, drop him a link on his #WednesdayWalk post here, so he can try to visit yours! Whatever your day looks like, it is worth a walk-through. You can't always have sunshine and rainbows, but, you can always have a #WednesdayWalk!
What a floral passion you have and behind you, you live a trail of lessons so dear to one's life . Beauty is all painted in your words and your moment. Flowers, always to color my world. #alwaysaflower.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
The Road Not Taken
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