I have so many pictures from our wonderful trip to Vermont to celebrate cousin Abigail’s wedding; here are a few of my favorites that capture the essence of that storybook wedding, and our relaxing time in the woods of Vermont. I’ll be uploading all the others to Google Plus and emailing out links.
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.