1 Mid-morning and the snow was still falling quite heavily.
2 The crows at the farm were making quite a racket. Did you know that a flock of crows is called a murder? That may be because a crow's cry is so harsh and raucous.
3 The long pergola with hanging birdfeeders
4 The tenant house
5 The snow collected on this vertical burlap windscreen around the apple espalier grove.
6 Here's a very good example of why I like to have all my shrubs covered with burlapping. The shrubs beneath the burlap and bamboo framing are not misshapened by the weight of the snow.
7 A view towards the backside of the Summer House
8 The ten-foot tall American boxwood hedge was covered for the first time this year with burlap and I'm so happy about that.
9 The drive leading down towards the stable - Wooden stakes delineate the edges of the drive for snow removal purposes.
10 Looking eastward across the farm towards the equipment barn
11 Another view - I love how the paddock fencing looks iced with glistening snow.
12 And I really love how leafless trees look against the snowy background.
13 Driving through the allee of linden
14 The Black Welsh Mountain Sheep don't look so black!
15 The roof of the new greenhouse is pitched steep enough so that snow accumulation shouldn't be a problem. I hope that's true!
16 Looking through the Japanese maple grove towards the chicken coop - I hope the chickens are keeping warm near their heat lamps.
17 The Maple Avenue house and the pretty bark of river birch trees
18 Looking north from the bottom part of the farm towards the stable and my house
19 A grove of weeping willows in one part of the wetlands of the farm
20 Looking into the woods
21 Driving past the horse run-in shed
22 I wonder what creatures are tucked away in the hollows of this old tree?
23 One of the hayfields
24 The beautiful stately sycamore tree - the symbol of my farm - The sycamore is a member of one of the planet's oldest clan of trees, Platanaceae.
25 Paleobotanists, those who study fossil plants, have dated this family to be over 100-million-years old! Sycamore trees can reach ages of five hundred to six hundred years.
26 Driving closer to the sycamore tree, you can see the owl box mounted to the trunk. I believe there are owls in residence.
27 A view of another hayfield
28 Driving further into the woods - Again, wooden stakes outline the carriage roads, however, the stakes used in the woods are not painted Bedford gray.
29 Looking back, you can see the tire marks made by my trusty Kawasaki Mule.
30 Snowy bark
31 This tall deer fence marks the end of my property and the beginning of Ralph and Ricky Lauren's.
32 The little woodland folly sits deep in the woods.
33 Emerging from the woods - You can barely make out the giant sycamore at the bottom of this hayfield.
34 These white pine saplings are doing well.
35 Piles of brush yet to be cleared
36 More 'icing' on these pines
37 The Christmas tree farm adjacent to the compost piles
38 The trees do, indeed, appear to be growing.
39 The compost area, located at the far corner of the farm, is where unsightly, utilitarian objects get placed, such as dumpsters and trash receptacles.
40 Another view of the Christmas trees
41 And another - The snow was falling harder and the flakes were larger.
42 Looking across another hayfield towards the contemporary house on the property
43 A gurgling brook with a skin of ice
44 The boxwood allee leading to the stables - Another fine example of why burlapping is so important
45 Looking through the allee of pine oaks
46 And in the other direction, the grove of tall white pines and the chicken coops beyond
47 One of the lanes through the paddocks
48 The paddock lane extending in the opposite direction
49 Francesca and Sharkey got tired of riding and decided to run through the snow.
50 Back at the boxwood hedging behind the Summer House
51 Francesca and Sharkey approaching the stone terrace of the house
52 A grove of pear trees near the building where my gym is located
53 The vegetable garden and the main greenhouse