Call me crazy, but I invited Will's family over for dinner yesterday for Mother's Day, so we quickly got the living room and some of the kitchen stuff set up on Saturday. I'm completely in love with our new furniture and am really happy with how the living room is coming together so far. But you know what? We didn't even sit in there. Instead, we sat on lawn chairs at the edge of the garage and ate trail mix and chips and drank iced tea while we watched the kids ride their bikes and scooters and shoot hoops. Then we went inside and sat around the kitchen table for dinner and chocolate cake. It was great and definitely a good distraction from unpacking for a little while.
But you know what my favorite part of living here is?
The trees.
Every window has a view of the trees, and since there aren't any blinds or curtains hung yet, I've spent the last three nights sandwiched in between my babies at bedtime watching the trees out Annabel's window swing and sway in the breeze. If it weren't for the fact that the kids are waking up super early, I might decide to never hang anything over the windows ever.
I think I've mentioned here somewhere before that I'm a sucker for Robert Frost poetry. Watching the trees these past few nights made me think of one of my favorites...
Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here,
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew-
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
-Robert Frost
I'll be spending the day unpacking, but at some point in the day I'm hoping to steal away into the trees for a little while. Hope you can steal a few quiet moments for yourself today, too!
“Into My Own” by Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
(1915, A Boy’s Will)
- See more at: http://shenandoahliterary.org/blog/2012/01/into-my-own-by-robert-frost/#sthash.ZzAkWfIc.dpufSo old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
(1915, A Boy’s Will)
“Into My Own” by Robert Frost
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
(1915, A Boy’s Will)
- See more at: http://shenandoahliterary.org/blog/2012/01/into-my-own-by-robert-frost/#sthash.ZzAkWfIc.dpufOne of my wishes is that those dark trees,So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e’er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew–
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
(1915, A Boy’s Will)
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