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...