Snow brings squeals of delight from most children. Most adults have different views. I guess I'm still a little child at heart when it comes to snow! I feel like I did when I was a child watching the snow fall and hoping for canceled school, so my sisters and I could go sledding down the big hill we lived on. Even though I no longer sled down the hills, I enjoy watching the quiet beauty that comes as snow is blanketing our area. It gives me an excuse not to go anywhere, just enjoy the cozy fire, make chicken and dumplings and potato soup, read and relax.
It's been cold for the last few days. Please don't think we are wimps!
Our son had twice as much snow fall as we had. He reported this afternoon that schools will close tomorrow and the boys are just ecstatic! Even though they are very good students, who doesn't like an unexpected holiday? They have enjoyed rides down the hills just like their Dad did years ago and like I did as well. I'm glad some things don't change.
Grayden and I gifted each other a new bird feeding pole system for Christmas. Grayden installed this system a couple of days before Christmas and now only the birds are enjoying it. We have had quite a squirrel issue, but with this new system they are baffled from getting the bird seed. We also bought the baffle that deters raccoons as well as squirrels. Last year we had a raccoon peer into our home on our roof. One night I was unable to sleep and was sitting in my Lazy Boy resting. Above my head is a skylight that had two little beady eyes peering at me! It really frightened me. After doing research, we found it is not a good thing to have them on your roof as they will find a way inside! So Grayden and Samuel cut a limb off of the oak tree that was serving as a highway for the little bandits!
We have so enjoyed seeing all of the birds come to the feeders as well as the suet feeder we have on the tree.
I hope you are enjoying the quietness that winter brings. Whether it be snow or the cold weather, I hope it brings peace to your soul.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
