Project 365 – Day 35 February 2, 2011
Project 365 – Day 33 February 1, 2011
Project 365 – Day 32 – “Whose Woods These Are . . .” January 31, 2011
I took a wondrous walk today in the sparkling, snow-covered woods around our farm, and as I entered the deeper woods, these words magically popped into my mind . . .
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.
Project 365 – Day 31 – Remembering the Challenger January 30, 2011
Janaury 28th was the 25th anniversary of the Challenger catastophe, as well as our son’s 27th birthday.
Do you remember where you were on that fateful day–January 28, 1986?
I remember that fateful day quite vividly. It was our son’s second birthday and I was nursing him on the couch at the time. The news came on, and as tears streamed down my face, I continued to nurse our little boy, thinking how could our lives go on as normal (celebrating his second birthday) as other’s lives were forever changed?
It just doesn’t stop!
It snows . . .
. . . and snows . . .
. . . and snows!
We’re up to our bellies in snow . . .
Our sleds are covered in snow . . .
In fact, our little corner of New England has broken ALL snowfall records for any January of any year, since weather records were kept!
We’re bringing in the big guns for snow removal, too . . .
But. . . my favorite snow of all is the vast, virgin stretch of pure white that remain untouched by anyone or anything . . .