My friend and I played board games and had to eat by candlelight which was something different. I really appreciated having the electricity back on.
The snow was beautiful but I will be glad it is all gone. I was reminded of this poem about the snow, for sometimes it seems like that up here in the woods.
Stopping by Woods
on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost (1923)
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.