Instead of sharing one "moment" this week, I thought it would be nice to share my daughter's photos of her walk through the woods after one of our snowstorms. Intrigued by the lichens found on the trees, she compared them to snowflakes, each having their own unique shape and design. I love how she found beauty in something so common and overlooked.
|Rabbit Tracks in the Snow|
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.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend.