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 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.
We had snow last night and it is beautiful this morning. I live in the city, not the woods, but looking out the back window at the large pine tree reminded me of growing up in the woods. Even in the city, when it snows, it is quiet, or should I say "quieter".
It would be so beautiful and quiet in the deep woods behind my house in Pennsylvania.
I miss the woods of my childhood.
On another note, the kids have school. I am babysitting for a friend who just had twins, not babysitting the twins, but her 2 yr old. I have a friend coming over for lunch and good conversation. And then Mark and I are headed out for a quiet evening of coffee and maybe a book while the kiddos are entertained by a high schooler. Gotta love having a husband who is a high school teacher and a school that gives service credits for free babysitting!
Should be a lovely day- snow and all.