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.
— "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
Reminder: Wilde Roast has moved. They are now in Riverplace (St. Anthony Main) in Picasa’s old space, a couple doors East of Kikugawa. Most places validate parking if you use the ramp immediately to the North (2nd and Bank). I figure we’ll try the new location once to see how it goes and wing it from there. I was down the road at the Aster Cafe Saturday Night and validated parking only cost me $1.
See you on the 11th!
P.S.: (Yes, I used the same poem last year, it’s one of my favorites.)