Winter Landscapes

We thoroughly enjoyed the beauty of the snow over the past week.  Most of it has melted now, but we have some pictures to remind us of our winter wonderland. 

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

The 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 and dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep.