What a snow we’ve had!
It has been so spectacular in Tennessee this week, in such an uncommon way for our beautiful state, that I felt it would be wrong not to share these images I got at my friends’ cabin home of the many inches of snow that weighed down the branches, but lifted all our spirits in the deep winter darkness.
And just for fun, here is a poem I can’t seem to get out of my head, inspired by this sweet, frosty visitation.
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, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”