We had a good, old-fashioned New England snow storm last night – plenty of fat flakes falling slowly and sticking to whatever they touched, no wind to speak of, and cold of the reasonable kind. Our vegetarian neighbors even came by at dusk to have a salad al fresco.
It was still snowing when we went to bed and, when we awoke at first light today, we realized that we had been transported into a Christmas card. The sun has to climb over a line of spruce and fir before it reaches us.
Parts of the North Field and Great Cove then get the light.
The early light created pockets of shade and light in which bristly textures were softened with snow.
As this is being written, however, it’s starting to gray up and get cold. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving is supposed to be a frigid one, according the weather tellers. (Brooklin, Maine)