I'm going out to play in the snow...you come too!
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My dog's footprints on the back steps from one of our recent (and unusually frequent, for Vancouver) winter snowfalls.
05 March 2007
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3 comments:
Ah. Another Robert Frost fan, I see. Are you sure you weren't going out the clear the pasture spring?
Good on you for recognizing the allusion. Yes, he's one of my favorites. I grew up in Robert Frost country. Spent summers in Vermont, just minutes away from his old homestead. We used to go there to fill our drinking water jugs with spring water from the old hand pump at the public picnic area near his house.
It's my dog who would say "I'm going out to play in the snow...you come too!" I don't think she'd be going out to clean the pasture spring. I can't get her to clean up anything except food I've spilled on the floor.
I love that Frost poem, too, and you may recall seeing it on our wedding program.
Viola Girl
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