Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Well, everyone has made it clear I cannot go.  I wasn't leaving permanently.  I was just gonna stop blogging, but keep reading.  However, no one seems to want me to do that.  I was going to post some pics on Black Kitty (that's what Mike named him) but for some odd reason my pics will not post today.  Pics I take with my camera take a long time to load normally, anyway.  So instead I am going to share a pic I borrowed from someone else.  I am also going to share a poem by one of my favourite poets, Robert Frost.  When I die I want his poem The Road Not Taken engraved on my head stone.  If there is one thing I have learned in my short 33 years  on this spinning ball of dirt and water is that chances are worth taking.  I have lost many, but that is because I have loved many.  And I regret none of it.  I am thankful for every single person who has entered into my life.  Some I have known for a lifetime, some for only a few short moments.  But all have touched my life in some sort of way and changed me ever so subtly.  And I am glad for that.  Thank you to each and every one of you who have blessed me by simply reading my ramblings.  I am sure I will post again before the fat man slides down the chimneys, but Merry Christmas y'all!!

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