Snow in our corner of the world isn’t very common, so we get all excited when it happens. One of the (MANY) perks of being retired is that I don’t have to give a rat’s ass about how I’m going to get to work tomorrow with this mess on the road. I can just appreciate the pretty white stuff from the warmth and safety of my home.

This was the view we woke up to today. It’s snowing in some earnest now, and we’re supposed to get more.

Stopping by 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.