I spent a summer at the Bread Loaf School of English several years ago. Robert Frost's farmhouse is part of the campus, and we had an annual "Robert Frost picnic" on the grounds. It is located on top of Bread Loaf mountain, just outside the town of Ripton, Vermont.
If you ever visit, you'll understand why Frost would stop in the middle of a snowstorm to watch a field be covered with snow. It is absolutely beautiful. A river (or large creek; can't remember) runs parallel to the road up the mountain, and the rocks and the water are mesmerizing.
As beautiful as the scenery is, reality calls him to his business. He doesn't tell us what he has to do, but he takes care of his responsibilities.