There is no denying that east of the Rockies is in the throws of Winter. Funny that my husband and I are flying West today during our biggest winter blast yet. Quite the LOL I think. Be blessed, XXOO Jukavo
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost (1923)
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.
Moving from Florida to Michigan earlier this year, I’m so eager to get our first snowfall. While taking my youngest to school earlier this week, we had just the tiniest amount of snow (maybe 50 flakes) but it was so exciting. I think I might have to copy you last photo once we get som “real” snow!