Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

This wood pile is home to a lot of little creatures in summer and winter.

I took the photo because I thought the moss growing on it was interesting.

The woods go on for miles and miles and are laced with crystal clear cedar creeks that have sparkling white sandy bottoms. You can see tiny fish darting around in summer . In Winter they head for deeper water.

Some of these creeks are only a foot wide or less and shallow, others get wider and a bit deep and there are hundreds of them here crisscrossing the woods on one side and creating salt marsh on another side.. them emptying into the bay.

Snow is not lasting this year, but then it rarely does way down here. I can't say that I am sorry since walking on slippery paths is not my idea of fun.

The water is covered by a thick coat of clear ice now as the temperature rose slightly. It created a thin layer of water over the top of the ice .

Streaklets of snow were falling and coating everything with a white garnish.

I have not been able to find a dresser yet. Thats mainly because I have not been able to get out to look. December is not a good month for hunting for things;its too busy out there.

Now a more serious hunt will have to start since the one I have is in even worse shape. As I tried to open the broken drawer, 2 more collapsed with it. It has just outlived its usefulness, well maybe. I am thinking I can use it for a computer desk.

If the drawers are removed and the bottom piece cut off, it will have three lovely sides and a top and might make a nice desk. The height needs to be measured but if it's okay on that point, I just might recycle the thing. The back would hide all the computer cords and I think it might be stable enough to act as a desk. I could let the drawers on the one side stay for storage too.

It has 6 drawers.. 3 down each side. So taking out the broken ones would allow a chair to fit. This is the first time I am considering this as I write. We shall see what develops though. I enjoy it when things can be recycled ingeniously.

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. ..robert frost