NEW ENGLAND: Snow (12/13/09)

The glory of New England is that it's a fully functional seasonal region. The summers are steamy. The autumns are bright red and orange with turning leaves. The springs are pink and noisy with baby chicks. The winters are cold, quiet, and peaceful.

Winter is my favorite time of year in this region. Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," though an endlessly studied metaphor, is, I think, actually an effective study of the cold quiet of a winter's evening in New England. Those nights are perfectly heavenly, given the right down coat...

While I was not in Connecticut for this year's first snowfall, I was present for the aftermath. Here are some pictures from my trip back north this weekend.

The ground was cold enough for the snow to stick, but the air was warming up by the time I got out to Connecticut. Not quite cold enough to freeze the pond...

Later in the afternoon the temps hit the 40s and it became very foggy.

Perfect winter weather to cuddle up by the fire with the dog and a Sam Adams, which is exactly what I did...