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Jan 9, 2010

A Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

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 sound's 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.

I have once again been away from my blog for far too long. From October and Halloween on (the Irvington Halloween Festival keeps me busy). Then Thanksgiving with all the cooking, cleaning and fussing. THEN Christmas, and we all know how frantic Christmas can be. I am just now slowing down long enough to take a deep breath and enjoy the winter.

In the middle of all of this holiday frenzy, I had a huge personal crisis to deal with as many of you know, and that also was quite consuming in many ways. Thank you to all my family and friends who were there for me. I truly felt I had miles to go before I slept.


  1. I love that Robert Frost poem. It's been snowing here too. Is that your little dog in one of the photos?

  2. Yes that is my little West Highland Terrier, Lennie, my constant companion and best friend.