In an aside I love the wide open spaces, just love them. That drive from San Antonio to New Mexico blew my mind. No phone transmission, just the wide open sky.
I loved Illinois, those beautiful farms. What a magnificent country this is, so different.
Right now our trees are in full bloom of spring, everything is white (the Bradford pears). I don't care what anybody says about a Bradford pear and yes they stink but they are absolutely gorgeous, broken in two or not. The forsythia and quince are blooming here, I wouldn't live anywhere else but when I go out to the mid west or the west, I just LOVE the wide open spaces and start dreaming of 1000 acre farms hahahaa.
I'm kind of like the old cowboy song: Don't Fence Me in.
Loved the Gene Autry store and the general store, we have several like that here, fascinating.
Gene Autry certainly did well for himself, didn't he?
Loving the book: he's definitely taken the road less traveled, hasn't he?
Robert Frost: (this is what I think every time I open the book):
1. The 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.