We are under a blizzard warning today. There is maybe 3″ snow on the ground since it started snowing this morning and now the snow flakes are bigger and blowing with a purpose. The world does not stop for the snow and many have had to make their way to their work on slippery roads, wondering what the return trip home will be like this evening. I am fortunate to be able to sit here in warmth and comfort while watching the ugliness of winter turned into a work of beauty and wonder. Robert Frost describes the fascination of it best in his poem “Stopping By Woods” Enjoy….
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.