Yesterday afternoon, a few flakes drifted lazily down from the overcast; overnight, almost four inches of new snow fell.  By mid-afternoon, the blanket of snow was rapidly melting, but I snapped a few photos on my afternoon walk to Brookfield Orchard.

This brook probably will not freeze all winter:

Don’t the trees look like someone has glued cotton puffs all over them?

I love the contrast between the red barn, the green needles, and the white snow:

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep” as Robert Frost says in Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening: