“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Those closing lines of my favourite poem, The Road not Taken by Robert Frost, often spring to mind when I make a small decision with serendipitous consequences. If I hadn’t stayed in bed for an extra hour this morning, I would never have met Honey – a canine visitor to Ireland. Here’s how it happened.
