Our first snowfall arrived on the farm at dusk, the snowflakes were huge slowly floating down to the ground. They were the kind you could catch on your tongue easily, I remembered doing that with glee when I was young.
The manner of their arrival gave you the feeling of time softly, slowing.... maybe, even stopping just for a moment.
Dawn broke to a dusting of snow on the trees and a coat of ice glistening on the branches.
It brought memories of mornings past. Nature brings comfort in awaking life-long memories.
Winter has arrived on the farm.
*Last time in Barn Stories: Escape Artist