Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.....

Another poem I think of during days like this is a favorite by Robert Frost. "Stopping Woods on a Snowy Evening" relates well to me and my lifestyle.

I live in a woods, more or less.

We have lots of snow on the ground right now, and it was blowing around furiously on Tuesday night.

I don't usually ride a horse or travel by carriage or buggy, but I have had the feeling of driving my Jeep Compass on a snowy road across Pulaski County for 35 to my house and thinking of the lines 'and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.' The road from Thornhope west comes to mind plus the section of the Francesville-Pulaski blacktop east of my house seems appropriate as well.

Much as I enjoy watching the snow fall, seeing the landscape covered in white, and feeling the crisp air on my cheeks, I also like the feeling of being safe at home, warm, with a mug of steaming hot tea in my hands.

Ahh..winter. I would miss it if we didn't experience the change of seasons each year. Frost knew what he was talking about. So did Whittier. They captured the season, and the snowfall, well.