Stopping by Woods on a 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's 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.
"The only gift is a portion of thyself ... the poet brings his poem; the shepherd his lamb... the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Emerson may have had it right...Sewing is indeed like a gift, a giving of a portion of ourselves, of caring, of a need to create and to share. If your 'woods' are filling with snow, "Let It Snow" for sure, and contentedly sew the quiet time away!
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Simply made holiday wreaths can add welcome cheer to a door or window or any indoor wall or mantel. Uncomplicated materials are all that are needed to make your own charming fabric wreath.
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