Robert Frost is one of those poets who looms very large in the American consciousness, but no one actually seems to know that much about him or have read any of his books. I decided to get a complete collected volume, and to read each book chronologically as a distinct part. I tried whenever possible to read each individual book in one sitting, but the longer I went on, the more tedious that became. I started very strong, enjoying the experience very much, but it started to run together the further I went, and I think now the best approach is to focus on individual volumes, and spread the Robert Frost poetry out throughout your lifetime. Granted, that is not the goal of my reading poetry in 2015, but it's what I would suggest to anyone interested in Robert Frost.

It might seem counter-intuitive to read poems generally focused on farming and the natural world in February, but it's all been very top-of-mind, as February is really the time of year when I get most cabin fever-y and start the daydreaming/planning for my garden. Robert Frost is a nice accompaniment for seed catalogs, which I've been poring over, along with the writing of Annie Dillard, which I've been re-reading for a Bookhive List post later this week. Somehow it's all helped to keep me sane and focused on the warmer days ahead.