Whose woods these are I think I know..
Every time I walk in the winter woods at Oakwoods, those words from Frost's poem come to mind. Today was no different as I wrapped up a really great day with a walk in my favorite park. Sure it was cold, and there was a lot of clothes to fold at home, and there were miles to go before I sleep.... but the sun was shining too brightly to allow me to go home.