Quote of the Day:
Stopping by the 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.
Our backyard woods after a stormy, snowy night. Gale force winds that would have sent waves flooding our house if we lived near the ocean, instead, sent trees toppling, shingles rattling, and disturbing sounds that woke me from time to time.
And, yet, it is so beautiful.
It puts a smile on your face.
And, hey, when life sends you snowstorms in October, make snowmen!
I love the poetry of Robert Frost. I think with a name like Frost you are destined to write poems about nature and snow and woods that are “lovely, dark and deep.” My oldest son is named Robert (we call him Bobby), but taking after the famous poet, he is a frosty guy. He loves the cold and didn’t think it at all odd to be going to school today in a t-shirt and shorts! And, rolled his eyes at me when I suggested a jacket. I sent him out the door with shouts to “drive carefully!” and “I love you!”
This first snow has made me oddly cheerful. It’s cozy, and beautiful, and invites a new kind of fun (see above pictures). It also sparks memories of hot chocolate after a cold slide down a hill, fresh baked cookies on a snow day, and cuddling under a blanket and reading a good book. And, yes, Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
Journaling Prompt: How do you feel about the First Snow? What are your memories of snow days, or storm days, or weather related adventures?
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Love it, so pretty! Could you send a little bit our way? We’re in the 70s and muggy today in New England!
The kids were so excited, they were out playing in it this morning!
I find the first snow to be fresh, yet I am sad the frozen months will be coming.
I think we should go visit Joanne in New England!
Nah, not yet. Please, world, not yet.
I’m all for the snow in December…but October? That’s too early for me.
It is beautiful but I would seriously cry with that snow. I dread winter. :O)
Beautiful poem and photos. I wish I liked snow more.
I’m sorry to say I avoid it like the plague. I’m so not a snowbunny and make no bones about it. I’ll be the one ya see kickin’ and screamin’ hangin’ on the the last thread of summer.
I think I was born to be an California girl but I’m stuck down here in the Ozark hills and hollers so here I am just goin’ with the flow!!! Heeeheheh!!!
I do have to admit, your snow shots are beautiful though.
God bless and enjoy your cozy day sweetie!!! :o)
*sigh* I LOVE Robert Frost, and that’s one of my favorites. It goes perfectly with your photos. 🙂
The first snow, as a child, always brought celebration. Dad would set us out in the snow, barefooted and we would run around the house and come back in. Dad said this tradition would keep our feet warm all winter.
I love Robert Frost and quote him every chance I get!
Oh Mary, you’re right. Really does bring back memories. And I loved the thought of you yelling out to Bobby, donned in his shorts, and the thought of Robert Frost being a frosty guy. That had never occurred to me before. My father, Robert Emmett, was named after the poet, Robert Emmett. As my father always said, “He’s a poet and don’t knowit.”
Be blessing, in snow and melted snow, in all of it.
This post puts a smile on my face! Thanks for posting it. What a joy. Peace and happy snow days to you.
Hi Mary, I’m over from Kitty blog. I used to live in Ohio, I live in Florida now. I must say I don’t miss the snow. I miss the fall though, but snow lost all it appeal after seven years in Ohio.