Waking up to the first big snowfall of the year always makes me feel like I am looking upon the world for the very first time. An unfamiliar world of hidden objects and veiled shapes, a world made softer and cleaner by the cold snow blanketing everything outside my door. I know many people see spring as the season of new beginnings, but for me, it is winter, and snow, that are restorative.
Sunday brought the first significant snowfall.
Except for the occasional moose visitor, the barn will be empty now until we bring the horses back in the spring.
Brie is made for the snow and happiest when completely covered.
Is there a better time to start a new book than when you’re snowed in?
As it grew dark the snow was still coming down.
We put the skis up after a few miles in fresh powder.