Merry Christmas
I cherish every comment, every kind word , and every one of your talented blog posts. I am always grateful for the decorating tips, the recipes, and the random glimpse into your lives.
Thank you to all who stop and visit me.
It's been a short year since I started this blog and I didn't realize it was possible to meet such lovely women online. Your repeat visits put a smile on my face.
And that's truly a gift.
The snow continues to fall here in Chicago.
I know that I'll be grumbling about it in January...
but for now I'm finding it peaceful.
As always, please remember Lisa in your prayers.
The snow continues to fall here in Chicago.
I know that I'll be grumbling about it in January...
but for now I'm finding it peaceful.
As always, please remember Lisa in your prayers.
Every Christmas I think of my late brother and this poem.
He was an English professor and kept a framed copy of this in his office.
When he passed away my mother placed this in her kitchen,
When he passed away my mother placed this in her kitchen,
and there it remains.
"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
