One of my favorite poems is
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I can't say these pictures are of a road not taken, because it's the only real road to our house, but it's a road less traveled than the paved streets. And I love our place down the road less traveled.
With all the rain we've been getting here in Maryland, our road is muddy in places.
Field beside the road
There's always wood to be split. This pile is from a past tree that fell across the road; we just haven't taken the time to split it & put it in the stacked wood area, so it sits beside the road for now. The leaves are falling - Autumn is pretty in the woods.
Wild Mountain Holly beside our road.