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.

A lot of things have me thinking about this poem today. The lovely snow falling (pasta fagioli bubbling away on stove). The exciting news that the hubby is running for mayor of Providence. And the idea of promises. 

The full poem here, one of my favorites. 

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.

I hope it brings some things to mind for you too. 

And on another note, I am finally starting to feel better. Still exhausted (went to bed at 7 last night!) but I am starting to feel more like myself. Made that aforementioned pasta fagioli! So will be able to go to NYC next week and have those meetings with editors. Lots of interesting stuff in the works!

And now for the picture of the day.