Whose Woods These Are

I think I know...The campus trails made for an enchanting walk for me and Clover during our second snow of the year yesterday. We had the woods almost completely to ourselves, only meeting a runner and his dog and a couple out enjoying the winter wonderland. As we passed the couple who were on their way home, the man told me there was a Robert Frost poem in the woods. Maybe a professor on campus, I thought. Of course he was right; it's why we were all out, stopping by woods on a snowy evening.

A Yellow Wood

A more colorful section from yesterday's walk.  This is Northridge Loop in the horse trails.  It's a well-tended path; I can always see plenty of foot and hoof-prints along the walk, but don't usually see anyone on this trail.  Still I always keep Clover on the leash because the trails are really for horses, and I'm always worried that she'll chase them.  Yesterday we saw four horses on our loop! I guess it won't be too long, and these leaves will be trodden black, as the poem goes.