Hawaiian Snowballs

I hear about snow and bitter cold up North. We are also having a cold spell; “ladies who lunch” are promenading their fur coats, taken out of storage for a few days every year. For us, simple people, an occasional sweatshirt suffices. But I thought it was time to repeat this post – to demonstrate that we can also play with snowballs. Enjoy, Beautiful People!

koolkosherkitchen

Are you, Beautiful People, watching your woods “fill up with snow”? A great American poet, with an appropriate last name Frost, had, and wrote about it:

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.

Everybody knows the last line…

View original post 533 more words