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“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

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.

–- The inimitable Robert Frost

Thanksgiving is less than a week away, and that means our little workshop is buzzing with sewing, gluing, printing, scoring, packing, shipping, folding, and tearing. Boxes of cards and piles of covers in progress and books to be sewn are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. and it’s busy, busy, busy, which is just how I like it!

In the middle of a regular rotation of reading Olivia, The Circus Ship, Knuffle Bunny, Goodnight Moon, and Where the Wild Things Are, I’ve also made more books in the last week than I’ve possibly ever made in such a short period of time. Hello, holiday season!

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