Our Road Less Traveled

 People ask us all the time why we live " way out there"
"isn't it hard to take care of ?"
"How do you deal with it?"
"What happened to you?"
"Have you gone all "survival" on us or something??"
"Oh they have changed her DNA!! She's ALL country now!"
 "Oh look it's the crazy chicken lady.."
And then there are those who "get it" who ask to come and visit us,
to see what it is like " over there" or way " up there" .
Who now keep chickens, or want bees, or who are planting gardens..
or who are moving away from the "alluvial holocene layer  deposits of the river delta to higher altitudes and drier landscapes....
Those who want to breathe fresher air.  
Truly.. It is not always an easy thing.. but then,  what is?
 I think this poem, 
one of our favorites, 
pretty much sums it up.

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;

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,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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.