While ripening corn grew thick and deep,
And here and there men stood to reap,
One morn I put my heart to sleep,
And to the meadows took my way,
The goldfinch on a thistle-heat
Stood scattering seedlets as she fed,
The wrens their pretty gossip spread,
Or joined a random roundelay."
Jean Ingelow
That picture reminds us of one of our dad's favorite poems..."Two roads diverge in a yellow wood and I, I took the one least traveled by....and that has made all the difference."
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Beautiful sons in a beautiful nature !
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