So guess where I was today? (you must not be looking very hard if you can't answer this question) I was shopping! Oh yes, and the many many purchases I made. Crossants, a salad, a pack of gum (and I do believe I'll have a piece of that right now), an english caramel cappuccino, and to top it all off, a birthday present for my adopted mommy! How exciting! Oh, the tears of sadness and laughter that were shed on this trip. It's too bad you all couldn't have been there with me. I feel for you, my friends, I feel for you. You know what? I really think I've been watching too much Gilmore Girls. TTFN
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I took this picture on Sunday after lunch.
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
This is my all-time favourite winter poem, 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.
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.
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