Whose woods these are I think I know ....

I regularly do this Robert Frost poem with my students - like all his poems, there are so many meanings within it & it flows so easily. 

This week we woke to about 6 inches of snow in Shropshire & I love how quiet everything becomes. The familiar looks different, and the words 'stopping by woods", came to mind 

The little woods opposite us was a life saver in Covid restriction times & I love walking through them & down to our local lake. This is what we did in the freshly fallen snow.

The weight of the snow bent several trees, giving a tunnel effect with flakes drifting gently down. 

Our garden looked beautiful with the hedges white from the snow & our large topiary balls looking like Xmas  puddings with their white snow. 

The clear skies gave us some beautiful morning & night skies too with slithers of colour across the sky. The woods were a magical Narnia like place & it is always best to enjoy them. 

It is likely that we will have more snow over the coming winter & I hope I never tire of the child like wonder of it.

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Dee ❄️⛄️