This past Tuesday I had a laundry list of to-do’s (including laundry!) but when the morning dawned sunny and unseasonably warm I knew I had to throw caution to the wind and hop in my Jeep and drive. I tossed my roof in the back and headed for the rolling hillsides north of Toronto, searching for some peace of mind while loving the fresh fall breeze in my face.  What I found was side road after side road decked out in fall splendour.  I found the snap above not far from the quaint hamlet of Moonstone.  It was, like other roads on that day, the road taken.  I know I will remember that day for the cherished feeling of freedom that flowed through me as a drove.

I can’t help but also share Robert Frost’s famous poem here; it seems so fitting!  Have a great week everyone.

Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken