The woods are lovely, dark, and deep

Back at work is yucky today. I brought my bad mood along for the ride, and even doing storytime isn’t dragging me free of it.
Having a little fun though... planning the making softies with the kids next school holidays.
I’ll put some photos up of my practice creations soon.

Thankyou’s go out to the 2 lovely lads who bled for me yesterday. Such different skin and designs and energies. But both marvellous.

And now here’s a poem I can’t believe I haven’t come across before.
*breathes out*

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 the 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.



Edit: And here's a lovely quote I've also just chanced across...
"Keep your weakness intact. Don't try to acquire strengths, above all those that aren't for you, not meant for you, that nature has preserved you from, preparing you for something else."
- Henri Michaux

xx
-Miss Y