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This is a discussion on The Good Morning Thread within the The Outback Terrace Bar forums, part of the Land Plants category; ...
Good Morning, Y'all!
It's a cool but pretty day here in Atlanta, today, and we're still having the most spectacular fall foliage I've ever seen here - like splashes of paint from a Renaissance artist's palette. I am taking a moment to remember how simple beauty can be - elemental, instinctive, and drawing me into the sheer pleasure of being part of it. I have had many unexpected gifts lately, and today, I choose to dwell on them.
Last night, as I drove into my parking lot, an enormous owl flew across my car and sat on a tree branch about 8 feet from the ground. I pulled over slowly, got out of the car quietly, and moved as steadily and silently as I could towards it. It let me get to within 10 feet, staying perfectly still on its perch, except for blinking its big shiny eyes. I would have to say it was about the size of a smallish bulldog - which is to say, pretty huge, and I could see that it was gray and brown, the white/gray of its face perfectly round and almost as big as the rest of its body. We stayed, gazing at each other, for 5 minutes or so before he heaved himself into the air and flew off slowly, in complete silence. With a full moon in the night sky, the whole experience felt magical - a moment to step out of the real world and experience pure wonderment.
As I begin what promises to be a very stressful day, I choose to start with this in my mind, and remember that I am fortunate to be alive, healthy, and able to get around.
And I thought of this, one of my very favorite "Fall in New England poems", and to share it with my much-loved community here at OT.
It's a classic - hope you enjoy it.
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.
- Robert Frost, 1915
Not as easy one would think!