Wednesday, January 5, 2011

We love Vanderbilt+Catholic.

But I have promises to keep

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.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Overwhelmed by resolutions. Marveling at "It Bloggers"

Tala: "How do some people have time to raise kids, make real food and little crafts and BLOG about it? I'll never be that organized..."

Amanda: "And they don't just make any food in the shapes of things that make people love God more!"