Sunday, February 24, 2013

NEW ENGLAND'S WINTER WHITE~

"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~

Last summer while traveling through Vermont Mr Dog Trot and I had the pleasure of visiting the "Stone House". This is the historic spot where Robert Frost composed one of his most famous poems, "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening." A favorite poem of many and mine too.  An entire room is devoted to this poem and the story of how it came to be written.  The original table and chair, where Mr. Frost wrote his poem remains, and even though there are numerous signs saying "do not touch" I could not help myself, my finger lightly brushed the table...quietly I apologized to Mr. Frost...once while visiting the Shelburne Museum...I forgot myself and touched an article of clothing, I soon realized it was me that was being reprimanded...Mr. Dog Trot is quick to remind me NO TOUCHING! Is there anyone out there with this issue too?...I am a respectful  law abiding citizen, but there are times I  can't seen to help myself...This evening Dog Trot Farm is blanketed in a shroud of white, the snow continues to fall and is heavy and wet... my view to the outside world reminded me of Mr. Frost's poem and the warm June day we visited his lovely Stone House...Tomorrow I must buy tulips, it's my one winter induced indulgence and I must say a delightful one...

16 comments:

Primitive Stars said...

Oh Julie, I love that poem to, one of my faves......that is a heavy snowfall, glad your all safe tucked away warm......I am the same as you, love the touch of such old articles, something about history pulls me in every time.......I would love to go visit the Stone House too one day.......Stay Warm, Francine.

acorn hollow said...

a favorite poem of mine too.
we are shrouded in snow I just came in from shoveling the steps.while David uses the tractor for the driveway.
Please visit acorn hollow I have a wonderful give-away.
Cathy

Farm Girl said...

I would buy tulips too. That is a lot of snow for those woods. I would have wanted to touch it as well. How wonderful that when you read that poem you can see in your mind where he wrote it. I should like to see it too.
It is one of my favorites. That has been a fun thing this year as my son has had to study all of Mr. Frosts Poems.
I hope that you do have some spring soon. I would share some sunshine with you if I could.

Ali said...

One of my favorite poems, thank you for calling it to mind!

Willow said...

Lovely poem, Mr Frost is grand and perfect for our past months weather here in New England. Ah yes tulips will brighten things up for sure!

Prims By The Water said...

Loved reading Frost's poem..and so wishing Spring would come. Take care, Janice

Gail said...

One of my favorite poems and I would have had to touch too. To see if I could carry with me a bit of his genius.

Stay warm.

Penelope's Beehive said...

Such a lovely post...rather like setting out on my own journey to Mr. Frost's home...thank you most kindly for taking me on a new adventure.
Ooooh, how splendid to take joy in a bouquet of Springtime blooms whilst feather-fluff drifts beyond the windowpane...perfection indeed!
Wishing you a fresh, new week filled with every delight!
Ever warmly,
Judy

moosecraft said...

The snow is very pretty, but I think it's time for flowers! Bring on the tulips and daffydils! I can't help but reach out and touch a piece of history either.. i figure it's survived for a couple hundred years... what can another touch do to it but add more history? :-)

Barbee' said...

Loved this post! Photos are gorgeous... a winter wonderland.

Terry and Linda said...

Tulips are such a help this time of year...spring does come, but it seems to take forever!

Linda
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Peacemom said...

Robert Frost was a teacher at the high school my sons will attend, Pinkerton Academy. His home, while he lived here, is a museum in the town next to our's. They just had to cut one of the beautiful old maple trees that had been there since he lived there years ago. His homestead has wonderful walking trails on it and I like to imagine him walking these same steps as I do when I am there. Pretty neat, I think. Hope you are well and staying warm up there. We're snowed in and I'm ready for spring to spring any time now. Be well...~Vonnie

Holly Hills Primitives said...

One of my favorite poems too...

Larkrise garden girl said...

I love poetry! That was a beautiful poem. I have a funny story my husband was looking closely at a painting a curator came running over because they thought he was going to touch it. Boy it sure shocked us.Lol.Hugs Cheri

Genny said...

Oh, I love Robert Frost. When I made a trip up there a couple of years ago, I stopped at his farmhouse in Derry, NH and then on to the graveyard where is buried. It felt amazing to walk on the same spots he had probably walked so long ago.

Julia said...

I love that you treat yourself with tulips to ban the winter blues.

I'm not as familiar with Robert Frost's poem as your blogger friends are although he's not entirely unknown to me.

I'm the one who will usually scold Not to touch when we are told not to touch, lol.
Have a great week.
JB