Sunday, January 8, 2012

January


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.

clr gifI thought you might like these pictures from Edith Holden's 'Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady'. They are so lovely!


























































Happy January to you all!





























































-Emaline


3 comments:

Jeannette said...

A lovely post...thank you.! Happy New Year.

SisterlyLove said...

Happy New Year to you too Jeannette!

-Emaline

SisterlyLove said...

these pictures are lovely! I wonder how much of a headache it would be to print these out very small and paste them in Emaline's one art journal?
Mabel