Winter Confections

One of the good things about January is the winter confections.
<---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.