Thursday, December 4, 2008


Stopping By 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

---Robert Frost

With golf club in hand, he has to accept it is just not golfing weather. We love the snow. It falls lightly, makes our view exquisite, then melts by the afternoon.

My bunny seems surprised to see the cold white stuff in his garden.

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