and more snow......

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

I studied 'Ten Twentieth Century poets' in fifth form and enjoyed so many of their poems; I loved this verse and thought Robert Frost's name so appropriate!
Snow is pattering on the window again and I haven't really slept for two nights; why I don't know... maybe last night because the heating occasionally but noisily burst into life; for the first time in years , we left it on overnight.



I think I am becoming typically British as I am talking weather. The snow is pattering on the window again; clouds keep building high in a blue sky and soon the flakes will start picking and the cleared path will disappear again.



Several nights ago I took these 3 photos at midnight as an eerie, peach light lit up the sky; I couldn't capture it without shake but it gives you an idea of what it was like. We have had paparazzi-flashes of lightning and cracking thunder; I didn't know these came in deep winter- I associate them with balmy August days.



... and miles to go before I sleep.....