“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
New Hampshire
1923
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I shamelessly repost this poem and photo from last January. For a couple reasons...first this is befitting this time of year and second...this is one of my favorite photos and the poem, well...speaks for itself... The photo was found on the web years ago...and always seemed like there was a story behind it. The photo is a story in itself...hope you enjoy..
** On another note, stay tuned for a peek into the 17th annual Valentine's Tea that was held at my friend Cindy Petter's house last Monday.
