Snowball And The Road

No room left.  Filled to the gills.  A little fete.  And a good exercise in minimalism (cough).  Hardly, but a gal needs what a gal needs.

And snug as a bug room for my little friends above in the cargo area. There are restraints for them and very soft bedding.  they do travel comfy. No doubt this is what they will be doing on the trip.  The one on the right is limping so being stationary will be good for her.  

So off we go
With two in tow
The road it isn't long
I'll write a song
And paint and blog
In sunshine and in fog


To my friends here and yond
I won't be far, just by the pond
My family beckons me to come
We want you here, closer, Mum
It won't be much to haul
They're watching for Snowball

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

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.	20