The Four in the Woods

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

~Robert Frost 

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.