Let It Snow…

People have been talking about our latest winter storm… But it’s not winter, yet… Just thought I would say – let’s connect the season to the storm. It’s half way through the fall season. So, this makes it a fall storm. Winter is still ahead! And the reports are that this will be a major winter storm season. Just use this storm as your wake-up call and get your home and car ready for the season that is just around the corner!

Regardless of how you think about this weather – stay safe…

The dogs have enjoyed the snow. Bailey (Golden Retriever) is struggling with finding the blaze orange ball when it gets buried in the snow after I chunk it out in the yard about 150 feet or so. It’s so funny watching him bury his snout, smelling out the trace of the ball and come out with his snow covered face clamping down on the ball! The ball makes a thunking sound when it hits the ground – but it doesn’t make a sound when the snow pillows it’s fall .

Nukka (English Shepherd) loves the snow because it seems to make it easier to spot the quail and rabbits. She loves to chase them! The other day a deer came through the yard while we were out and I just about didn’t get her back as the deer raced into the neighbor’s woods.

Brenda is taking the morning off because her company has delayed their start time… She gets to call in at 10a.m. and see if there are further changes.

All of this reminds me of a poem by Robert Frost.

He penned the words to this poem back in 1923 and I remember having to recite it in front of a class back in the elementary school days…

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.