This is so very true, what Molly has said, W.!
I find myself thinking I should ignore you ... so that you don't feel crowded ... or forced to comment ... and when I see your "W." showing up ... I can not help but feel so pleased ...
Well ... whatever drew/called you away ... it surely must make your heart beat stronger ... to know that you had been sorely missed ... and that you had/do make a difference ... lasting ones ...
But enough of the sappy stuff ...
Ok, Molly ... here's the deal ... I'll trade you three super-duper garden secrets if you will only give a few snippets to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ..
If you are really busy ... I'll up it to four ...
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.