Robert Frost's classic poem tells us that when you come upon two paths in a road, or a FORK in the road, to decide carefully and choose which path you wish to take. In my own wanderings through the woods recently, with Riff and a couple of dogs romping by my side, I came upon not a fork in the road but instead a FOUR in the woods.
There were four of us - two people and two dogs - I'm thinking that possibly that tree could count and stretched itself into a four when it saw us coming.
Seriously though, the tree's in our woods have some incredible shapes and it's always a topic of conversation as to how they happened to grow that way.
Here's another of my favorites from this particular path - a moss covered archway just waiting to let you pass into a magical forest world~
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.