The Snow

It is snowing outside and we are supposed to be getting about six inches, which may have us snowbound tomorrow.  Oh, darn!

Snow always makes me think of Robert Frost.  Hence, the poem....

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 marked 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

I think of Daddy that way.  He took the road less traveled by, and it really did make all the difference in so many ways.  Thank you for that, Daddy.