Creative Writing Saturday

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.

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. ~ Robert Frost

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Beach Weather Is On Its Way — Really!

Beach Weather Is On It's Way

By now in Texas, the calendar may indicate that Spring has yet to spring, but the weather is most definitely that of Spring-time. This year is different. It was in the 30’s days ago, tomorrow it will be in the 80’s with sun-shiny skies, and who knows what the following day will bring. Although the weather keeps fluctuating, I have no doubt that In no time, beach weather will be a mainstay, and we can pack away the coats, gloves, scarves and other cold weather garb, in favor of shorts, flip flops and tees. I am waiting with bated breath.

Blessings, Lydia