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.

This has always been a favorite poem of mine, where Robert Frost speaks to the value of independence and personal freedom. I have always wished for a simpler time in which to live, and, as I grow older find myself creating just that.
This picture is in Brownfield, Maine where I go each year to relax, watch birds and sculpt.

]]> http://elysianfieldoriginals.com/2009/11/01/the-road-not-takenrobert-frost/feed/ 1 http://elysianfieldoriginals.com/2008/06/20/morning-symphony/ http://elysianfieldoriginals.com/2008/06/20/morning-symphony/#comments Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:58:00 +0000 Valerie Ashley http://elysianfieldoriginals.com/?p=287 When I wake each day one of my favorite things to do is go outside with my coffee and sit for a bit. I have bird feeders all along the tree line of my property and each day the variety of birds that visit me is amazing. Birds of every color and hue, melodic sounds as they sing to each other, and the beauty of the day always inspires me. I’ve been feeding them for so long now that many who are regular guests to the feeders tolerate my presence quite well. I am probably a bit of an oddity to them as I sit with a steaming cup of coffee, glasses somewhat askew and my outfit…well, out in the country early in the morning, let’s just say, there’s no need to dress up.
I added a bit of sound to my page I found that is very close to what I hear each day. I hope it inspires you too. The picture is of a Cedar Waxwing that I took last year. He was most annoyed that I’d disrupted his breakfast and looked at me like, “Lady, are you still here?”