We woke up to snow today and Mark, Tucson, and I went for a walk to beautiful downtown Ellison Bay a block from our house. As long as I was out, I took the opportunity to take a bunch of pictures. It reminded me of the poem by Robert Frost, one of my favorites, that I’d like to share with you…
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though.
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He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
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Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
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The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
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And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.