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The Road Less Traveled

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

Friendship ~ Love

Friendship is a quiet walk in the park with the one you trust

Love is when you feel like you are the only two around.

Friendship is when they gaze into your eyes and you know they care.

Love is when they gaze into your eyes and it warms your heart.

Friendship is being close even when you are far apart.

Love is when you can still feel their hand on your heart when they are not near.

Friendship is hoping that they experience the very best.

Love is when you bring them the very best.

Friendship occupies your mind.

Love occupies your soul.

Friendship is knowing that you will always try to be there when in need.

Love is when you will give up everything to be at their side.

Friendship is a warm smile in the winter.

Love is a warming touch that sends a pulse through your heart.

Love is a beautiful smile to which nothing compares:

A tender laugh, which opens your heart,

A single touch that melts away your fears,

A smell that reminds you of the tenderness of heaven,

A voice that reminds you of the innocence of youth.

Friendship can survive without love.

Love cannot live without friendship.

~ Author Unknown .

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Days of Autumn ~

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As the air turns cooler and the days get shorter,  I have come to suspect that Autumn may be my favorite time of year.

This realization has come about slowly. It has come about after years of believing that Summer or maybe even Spring is my favorite season. This idea has crept into my thoughts from time to time but thus far had never actually convinced me of this unfathonable fact.

I ask myself… What could there be to love about the end of Summer? What possible reason could there be to even imagine the cool days of Fall as anything more than an end to the frolicking of the wondrous days of Summer? What more is there to an Autumn day and night than a prelude to the beginning of Winter?

Hummmm…

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Wonderful Fall Music Festivals

Magnificent October Skies

Jumping Into A Pile Of Leaves

Tenting And Hiking

Apple Cider ~ Apple Pies

Raindrops On Tinroofs

Horsedrawn Hay Rides

Bonfires

Chrysanthemums

Camping Trips

Snuggling By The Fire

Golden Aspens

Harvest Moons

Oktoberfest

Porch Swings

Scenic Drives

Falling In Love

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Here’s to Falling In Love ~ All Over Again

Amore’  To Autumn

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In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.
Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

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