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On Hunkering Down

It's Friday . . . and we've got a blizzard-ish thing going on here in my neck of the woods.  And it's rather frigid.  Brrrrr.  

Good time for some hunkering down.


Which is no problem for me.  I have nowhere to particularly go today, plenty of books, plenty of yarn, leftover soup, pots of tea, and a good store of wine (for tonight).  

(I love hunkering down when it's snowing!)  (Best part of winter.)

I woke up this morning thinking of this Robert Frost poem, and thought I'd share it . . . 

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.


Happy Friday, y'all.  (Stay warm.)



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I love hunkering down! I often have quite a bit of shoveling and/or snow blowing to do before I can hunker in good conscience, but that helps me appreciate the warmth, soup, and coziness even more. You've got all the accoutrements for a proper hunker ~ enjoy!


Enjoy my friend! And thanks for the lovely read as I start my day of work!


That's one of my favorite Robert Frost poems. Enjoy your nesting time, it sounds perfectly lovely.

Marilyn got the weather we had yesterday. Enjoy your stormy day. I love em too!


Thanks for sharing my favorite Robert Frost poem. It takes me back to a day when I was 10 or 11 and was walking home from a day of sledding & skating. I stood on the stone wall behind our house and looked at it through the trees and was pondering some thoughts that I didn't really understand. This poem always takes me back to that moment.


If only we had your storm, as it's much needed. Enjoy the hunker, the soup, the wine, the joy of doing as you wish.
Next time it snows like that I'm going to take a walk and think on a Snowy Evening.


Thanks for the poem today. Its snowing here too.


Looking at the tree photo makes me want to hunker (no blizzard here). The Robert Frost poem is so would be hard not to love. Have a comfy and warm weekend.

Lori on Little Traverse Bay

I love this poem! The Charlevoix Cross Country team put the last verse on their invitational race shirts last fall. How many other sports teams are so literate? ; )

Enjoy the weekend hunkered down!


That kind of hunkering down sounds wonderful! We usually don't enjoy snow much here because it messes up everything and causes worry. But if you're well-prepared (and you are), it could be a nice break!

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