Call me when...

school is back in session. In the meantime, please stop the emails and automated calls...particularly those at 6:30 AM updating the delay to a cancellation. I don't want to hear anything that is status quo.

As we all snuggle in together under a beautiful blanket of snow that just keeps growing, Ron captured this picturesque view of our home--don't let the peaceful facade fool you. Also, add 6 more inches of snow today.



I cannot help but think of Robert Frost as I look at my snowy woods.



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 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.