Stopping by Woods...

All of our plans were turned upside down and topsy turvy this weekend. We were supposed to have dinner with son Tyler and his family on Friday evening, but Ty had the sniffles and had to cancel. On Sunday we were going to have my sister and hubby over to celebrate her birthday, but my hubby woke up with a sore throat...another cancellation. Thus, a very social weekend turned into a very quiet one.

 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.

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