After a boat-load of people and inspiration during Black History Month, cut short on this blog by Russia’s invasion of Ukraine…

It’s time for a break. It’s time for a few long, slow, deep breaths,

And tho’ there’s no sign of snow where I am, this from Robert Frost,

ENJOY.

“Stopping By The 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.