We are in the middle of a huge snow storm, expecting 12 to 20 inches before it's over. Since I don't have to be out in it this weekend, I'm happy to sit inside and watch it come down. My kids are both home for the holidays. My Christmas shopping is almost done and wrapped. I just need to relax and enjoy.
In my old life I might have cooked bacon and spoon bread for breakfast and served up hot cocoa. This morning I was satisfied with high fiber cereal and blueberries. I still might make ovaltine later, but only after I shovel snow.
In honor of the first big snow of the year, I'm sharing the following Robert Frost poem. I've loved this poem forever.
Stopping By the 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.
We all have promises to keep, but sometimes we just need to stop and look around and enjoy what we've been given.
