A Quiet Winter Day, a photo and…….

A Quiet Winter Day, a photo and…….

I hope you are enjoying a quiet and enjoyable Sunday. With the beginning of March we will soon leave winter behind. I am already seeing buds valiantly pushing through the mulch in the large containers on my deck, hoping to get a peak of warm winter sun. I wish for them to not be so in a hurry, as winter can still offer surprises when we least expect it, but for now a winter scene and one of my favorite poems……..have a lovely Sunday. cheers, charisse




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.



  1. Victoria Moores

    I just found this page of yours. I cannot believe it, my favorite poem. I mentioned it in writing to you this week. Such a coincidence. Love the photo with it. Victoria Moores

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