A day spent decorating the house for Christmas. Seeing as we're away for Christmas and New Year nobody but us will see the decorations but it's nice to have the house looking jolly.
Daisy couldn't escape the decorating frenzy.
5th December10, Christon Bank, 8am
I heard this poem on Radio 4 this morning and thought it was beautiful. Soft words, intriguing mystery and an ending that seems to fade off into the snow...
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.
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.
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.
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.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
1 comment:
Isn't it nice and soothing we have such a great start in the winter season this year with snow, snow and snow, Andy, fitting to the Advent???
The "normal" December alternative would be cold, wet and damp weather with drizzle or rain.
Let's wait and see how long the white splendour will last...
Have a pleasant 2nd Advent,
regards from Germany,
Uwe.
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