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's 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.
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I got your postcard from Avignon today! Thank you!! I guess we really are that nerdy.
Also, yay Robert Frost!
We are scheduled to get snow today!The temp has stayed around zero for several days.
I have just finished typing O Canada, Flanders Fields, Micah 4, they shall not grow old, info about last post and reveille, and The Queen: all for the Stony M community service on the 11th.
Your grandmother is first on the list for a bed at the Convalescent Home so it could come quickly. Amsterdam sounds like an interesting place.
Grandma's first on the list for Convalescent Home? You need to keep me better informed! :P
I presume this means you have run into snow? It's snowing just a little here now. Or are you simply meaning that you've moved on from Germany? It must have been nice to stay put a little longer. Mom
Hey Catherine
thanks for the postcard!!
All is well here - the snow is holding off, I am sure the retailers wish it would fall and get people shopping. How many travel days left? keep in touch
Pam
no snow yet, although tonight in Bruges it smells like snow.
Catherine...thanks for sending me a postcard from the cinque terra. It is soooooo beautiful...glad to hear you loved it as much as I did. I still hope to go back and spend more time hanging out on the beaches and on the beautiful walk (not in the rain of course:))
enjoy the rest of your trip. I'm sure the time is flying by.
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