WHOSE WOODS THESE ARE ...

"Whose woods these are I think I know." Sound familiar? Of course ... Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." And we did just that today ... that is,  stopped by woods and took the photo above. 

The difference between Frost's experience, as expressed in his poem, and our experience this afternoon is that we know whose woods these are ... they belong to the citizens of Macedon, a very generous gift from Nettie Bullis. 

Ms. Bullis left a sizable parcel of land, now known as Bullis Park, that contains these lovely woods. This time of year, there's little human activity at the park on Canandaigua Road.  However, in warmer weather, the picnic areas,  playing fields, open areas, and playgrounds are popular places for a variety of activities. And of course, the woods can be enjoyed during the summer months as well.

But for the next couple of months, the woods are there for us to stop by and soak up their winter beauty and peacefulness. And while we're doing that, let's remember to silently thank Nettie Bullis for her gift.

And now in case you're racking your brain, trying to remember the rest of Frost's poem, we're including it here for your reading pleasure.

"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."