Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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.

-Robert Frost – 1923

Some of my most vivid memories growing up include snow. I did the usual stuff kids do: sledding, making snow forts or snow angels. But one of my favorite things to do was stand still while it was snowing and listen to the flakes hit the hood of my coat or on dried leaves piled on the ground.

What are your favorite memories of snow?

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——-> UP NEXT: Kitty loves all the Christmas packages coming in the mail.

——-> LATER THIS WEEK: Our first snow of the year – a white blanket covers the prairie.