The first snowfall of the season is always magical to me. Everything seems to pause as the snow begins to drift onto rooftops, trees and the surrounding landscape. On Tuesday morning we woke up to gray skies, cold temperatures and a light drizzle, but within a matter of a few hours the snowflakes began to fall in earnest. By mid afternoon we were blanketed in white as many of us went about our day. As soon as the heaviest of the snowfall was over I went outdoors with my camera to capture several photographs to show you.
It's amazing that not a single bird, squirrel, deer or other creature was in sight when the snow was falling. These quiet moments are indescribable as you can imagine. To me it feels as if winter officially arrives for us in the Northeast when I see the bare deciduous trees and the evergreen boughs laden with pristine snow as light as gossamer, and the grounds completely covered.
Our snowfall was not particularly heavy this time around (1 inch or so), which was good for me because I was able to walk around our home unencumbered. With my camera in one hand and an umbrella in the other to keep me dry from the snow which was tapering off, I photographed as quickly as possible. Although I'm always bundled in a winter coat & waterproof boots whenever I walk through snow, I find it difficult to maneuver and operate my camera with winter gloves, so I have to photograph in haste.
The view from the center hall window on the second floor.
This small window is over the utility sink in the mudroom.
The shingled rooftop was only lightly dusted with a bit of snow.
This trail entrance shows that there is still some color in the landscape. I love walking this particular trail.
My walk up the long driveway shows how icy & cold everything was.
Snowy white branches are pure perfection in my opinion.
A view from the snow-covered barn patio looking down the hill. The beech tree on the right is miraculously hanging on to its leaves.
All was quiet behind the barn.
This single maple tree that's been newly planted within the last year seems to guard the field at the edge of the meadow.
Not too much snow as you can see, but enough to make everything look spectacular.
I love the edge of the field where a bank of evergreens about 50 feet tall stand at attention.
It was time to head back inside my toasty home and make a Hot Lemon Drop to warm me up after being outside without gloves .