Frost again
Oct. 7th, 2006 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jhetley(Not Robert. And _all_ roads in Vermont are less-traveled-by, or were when he lived there...)
Frosty when I walked to get the newspaper, fog down in the river valley and then drifting up to our street. Leaves finally changing on the side-yard maple. Autumn is upon us. Mowed the lawn yesterday, perhaps for the last time this year. We'll see.
I may drive out to an orchard for a gallon of cider and a peck of Greening apples, ritual objects for the turning season. With both sons moved out, we don't have the functional necessity for such things, but, like with a pumpkin, they still seem needful.
May skip the pumpkin this year. Thus do we attack hidebound tradition.
Frosty when I walked to get the newspaper, fog down in the river valley and then drifting up to our street. Leaves finally changing on the side-yard maple. Autumn is upon us. Mowed the lawn yesterday, perhaps for the last time this year. We'll see.
I may drive out to an orchard for a gallon of cider and a peck of Greening apples, ritual objects for the turning season. With both sons moved out, we don't have the functional necessity for such things, but, like with a pumpkin, they still seem needful.
May skip the pumpkin this year. Thus do we attack hidebound tradition.
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Date: 2006-10-07 06:17 pm (UTC)If one believes Wikipedia, "The Road Not Taken" was actually a woods road in old England (near Dymock in Gloustershire), and Frost wrote it in part as a sly joke upon Edward Thomas, friend and fellow poet.
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Date: 2006-10-08 02:22 am (UTC)