I took Baron over to Berthusen Park for a walk in the woods. It was a lovely January day, cold and sunny. The silence in the park was glorious. As we walked beneath the firs, the only sound was the crunch of my boots in the crusty snow. Once well into the wood, I allowed Baron to run free. My great black dog seemed more shadowy spirit than creature as he raced silently through the wood; disappearing behind trees and into shadows, then suddenly reappearing at my side. The woods are bordered on one side by a field with tree plantings, and on another by the old farm buildings from the original homestead.
Snowy wood scenes as these always bring to mind one of my all-time favorite poems by Robert Frost. I hope you enjoy the words and the scenery...
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.