To start with, my son went outside, as soon as there was enough snow, to build a snowman. He wasn't alone as we saw snow people spring up, adding suddenly to the population, all over the village.
My son engages in a snowball fight with his snowman.
One of our neighbors built a super tall snowman that they uplight at night.
Another very tall snowman, with a snow top hat, was built in the village green in front of the old school house. A snow fort was also built in the green.
While I was out, I couldn't help but notice the gorgeous village doorways, made even more sharp and crisp surrounded by sparkling white snow.
One of the doors of a historic village home.
The gorgeous doorway of one of the few brick homes in the village.
The old door to our library.
The village businesses were still dressed in their holiday, festive best.
Moulton's Market is always bustling with village activity.
I love winter, in its stark, peaceful beauty. I love snow, and how it has the ability to slow down our lives, and give us a day off from our normal busyness. In New England when it is snowing, you are almost guaranteed a snow day from school, unlike our experiences with snow out in Utah, where school was regrettably never cancelled. It is an understatement to say that I love snow days. I adore those lovely days spent in pj's, sipping hot cocoa, and reading a good book all day long, while kids gleefully play in the snow. It is pretty close to heaven to me. And our first winter in the village is already proving to be spectacular.