Stopping by Woods....

...on a Snowy Evening.

Opened the curtains to a white world this morning! I can't believe it is snow time again........ so soon! Seems like minutes since last winter!

I have a love / hate relationship with snow. I love it because it brings with it such beauty and wonder that, at times, the snow scenes before me really take my breath away. Like this morning, driving to work and turning a corner to see the Campsie Fells and Kilsyth hills coated in deep snow, glowing pure white against the azure sky. Absolutely stunning.

The hate part of the relationship comes from having to drive in it! It really scares me! When it snows I become a virtual recluse and I hate that hemmed in feeling. (Unless of course I don't need to work and can sit with feet up, mug of coffee, a homemade scone and a view to the snowy garden. Bliss :-)

But as this is my first Blipping Winter I welcomed the sight of the snow this morning and hoped to get a few decent shots. My lovely friend and colleague Roaminaround stuck her head in my office at lunch time and suggested a wee blip quest into the garden at our workplace. She was prepared and had her wellies on, I had ordinary shoes!!! I clung to her like a limpet as we wandered off the gritted path and onto the snowy woodland path!

Oh there was such beauty to behold!

Took loads of shots whilst trying not to do the splits and had a tree decide to shed its snow load the minute I stood under it! *rolls eyes*. Uploaded my stash of snowy shots and to be honest, I'm really quite disappointed in them!

Struggled to find one that I wanted to blip. Finally settled on this one as its saving grace is it reminds me of one of my favourite poems, and gives me the excuse to share it with you below.

Hope your pics turned out better than mine Mrs M! We must do that again sometime! xx

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.

Hope you are all safe and cosy and had no snowy mishaps today! :-)) xxx