<---This is a fountain last night in front of the historical hotel a few blocks away from where I live. A cake...spun sugar...crystal sculpture? Jack Frost is quite the artist.
And speaking of the Frost family, Robert is quite the poet, especially about winter.
I was stunned at age 12 to learn the quiet soothing beauty of Robert Frost's poem Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening is about contemplating suicide...and deciding to hang in there.
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.
When the night woods are dark and deep, I peruse seed catalogs, plant some indoor narcissus bulbs [they'll shoot up and bloom and fill the air with perfume], and read. Also take pictures of winter confections.
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