Luckily, my family no longer has to wake up to my grunting and swearing while I move furniture around at night. Now I can just re-decorate my blog! How fun, huh?
This is the river trail not too far from my house.
This is FIL with Little Sprout. Cute, huh?
Well, hubby is up now, so that's all I got.
3 comments:
Little Sprout is adorable!!!
And that path through the trees reminds me of the poem (Robert Frost, I think) "Two paths diverged in a wood...." Something about the road less traveled. When I see pictures like the one you've posted I always think about that poem (even though I don't recall how it goes very well), and think that I'd like to see what's at the end of that path. Where it leads. Who I might run into along it. What treasures (either literal or visual) might be lurking just beyond the bend....
Such a lovely pic! Thanks for sharing!
Kati-
Thank you! I think she is pretty cute, too.
I always think the same thing about my pics of paths. I have toyed with the idea of posting that poem with some of my favorites, then I thought it would be a little pretentious.
I have this thing with paths and roads. Whenever I see one I haven't been down, I am consumed with curiosity. Where does it go? What will I find? Before kids, I used to make time to find out where they all went. I never got so lost I couldn't find my way home, though sometimes it took me a lot longer than I had planned on. Now I have to spend my time imagining, but that has it's own rewards.
I am so glad I can share that excitement with you.
LOL Once again I find myself thinking "Dang, I'm glad I'm NOT the only one who does that." I've rarely had the opportunity to follow paths (and around here it can be dangerous what with black bears & moose), but there's that lurking desire to do so & to heck with the dangers. It also happens when I glimpse a just-barely-visible house through the trees. I wanna go see if it resembles a ginger-bread cottage or Baba Yaga's hut. *grin*
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