Sunday, July 31, 2011

Rhododendron Woods Walk

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both

Robert Frost

The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die. Shakespeare

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous.  Bricks to all greenhouses!  Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!  ~Edward Abbey

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worry
You belong somewhere you feel free

Tom Petty

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.  ~Tennessee Williams

I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost 

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