{"id":881,"date":"2010-01-30T18:10:00","date_gmt":"2010-01-30T18:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/?p=881"},"modified":"2020-07-02T12:13:38","modified_gmt":"2020-07-02T12:13:38","slug":"a-snowy-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/?p=881","title":{"rendered":"A Snowy Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

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After a week of agonizing over whether to cancel a family weekend in Boone\/Blowing Rock to celebrate Skye’s 23rd birthday, or strike out & attempt it, Keith & I chose to cancel yesterday morning. Being stuck in snowy Boone in a small motel room or an apartment with 3 other people sounded less than fun. Getting home Sunday seemed quite dangerous if the weather was as bad as forecast.<\/p>\n

So once the choice was made, I decided to be content to enjoy our first 2010 snow here at home in central NC. I love snow–to me it makes all things look pure, new, clean. It creates quiet.
Peace.
Quiet.
Rest.<\/p>\n

It’s been sleeting most of this quiet Saturday, on top of last night’s 4 inches of snow. I’ve been computing most of my day, putting on photos & checking out others’ snow pictures. No schedule, no time crunch, no work, no meetings….<\/p>\n

Soon Keith & I are heading out to explore in the Jeep. Always a fun thing:) We’ll take our cameras & check out the beauty of our beautiful snow blanketed world.<\/p>\n

I’m copying one of my favorite snow poems below—just insert Jeep instead of a horse:)<\/p>\n

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-881","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/881","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=881"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/881\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1267,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/881\/revisions\/1267"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=881"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=881"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/whisper.rps.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=881"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}