The only poem I can recite

Stopping by Woods on 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 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.



I posted some pictures below so you can see what it is looking like here in NY - we are in the middle of a pretty big storm and they are predicting about 22 inches!!! I went to Sam's club this afternoon and filled up on supplies. We are all set for a weekend in the house.

I don't have much to talk about on the ttc front - I am on cd3 so not much to tell.

I hope to talk to everyone soon.