Saturday, January 17, 2009

Stopping by Woods by Robert Frost

We live in Michigan, and right now it is cold and very snowy. Ray's Beatle tune ("Little darlin,' it's been a long,cold, lonely winter...") reminded me of the joy of nature, thus inspiring me to take this video out by the sand dunes today. As you read the poem, one of the loveliest ever written, imagine the sound of the wind in the trees.

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.

Who Hates Penguins?

For Emily's birthday she wanted 31 of these penguins for her class, so I had to make 2 cake mixes. I had several cupcakes leftover, and luckily I remembered a certain Dad who hates penguins and has a birthday coming up. So....
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Tuesday, January 06, 2009