April Love

Two paths diverged in a bluebell wood....

1. The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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;         5   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,         10   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.         15   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.

Quintessentially English April....

There is something quite magical, ancient and romantic about Bluebell woods.

Despite the thousands of other walkers on the pathways, (there was certainly no "Road less travelled by") there was still a charm to the woods, and an atmosphere of fairies and centaurs. A place where the universal life force and beauty fill you, where you feel a connection with a higher being. How wonderful it would be to walk here alone or with someone special and have the space to meditate, rather than crashing into fellow walkers and visitors?