We finally have some real snow here in Virginia. Not a really deep one, but a decent covering nonetheless. I like the quiet that envelopes the world after a good snow fall. Here’s one of my favorite poems about snow I remember from childhood …
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Snow takes an otherwise boring, dark day in Winter and makes it special. I love the quiet stillness a new frosting brings. Here - an estate in Middleburg, Virginia. Where are the horses? Snug in their stalls ...
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.
And miles to go before I sleep ... miles to go ...
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Good idea on the pizza! I will put it on Pinterest. Love, Diane