It was hard not to think about Robert Frost today what with all that ice hanging down on all those trees. It’s not every day that Birches is just the right thing to recite.
As I drove towards Vermont I thought about Frost and his life among these beautiful ranges of the Green Mountains. The view driving up along Rt 22 isn’t so bad either. But, up in the Greens, the peaks rolled on and on, each with its dusting of snow.
On the way back I gave a tip of the hat and a little wave as I went by the cemetery where Frost is buried. I forget why he ended up buried there and not closer to other places he’d lived but it makes it easy to visit him.
I wasn’t at all surprised when this turned up in the quote box tonight:
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
