Sunday, February 24, 2008

Winter Woods



I'm not the biggest fan of winter, but on warm days, I love to walk through the woods. The sun is warm on your face, and you can enjoy observing nature after the snow has settled.

Today is a warm day, and I hope to take a walk and enjoy New York in its winter season. I wanted to show some pictures from two years ago when I took a nice walk through the woods with some of my best friends. I miss days like these, but there are more to come.

I love how one memory in the present can take you back to such warm, pleasant memories as this day. I hope the pictures capture the warm mood in the snow. We didn't say much, but we didn't have to. We just enjoyed our surroundings and the warm sun on our faces.

This poem also came to mind, by Robert Frost. It makes me think of this very theme. It's similar, somewhat different, but I'll make a connection somehow.

"Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening"

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.

And some pictures for your enjoyment. A calm, winter afternoon at Lime Hollow in Cortland with two good friends.













And my good friends, as they are:





Any similar memories for you?

1 comment:

Diane said...

I love that Robert Frost poem. You'd be surprised that I know a lot of it by heart.