Blue jays and acorn woodpeckers chatter and squawk, and fly from tree to tree through the unaccustomed flakes. Translucent mulberry leaves glow yellow and pale green, and melted snowflakes form bright drops at their tips. The apple orchard is a haze of shimmering light hovering between dark ground shadow and the sombre, deep green pines that wall the horizon. Above everything, streaks of blue divide the rumpled gray clouds and expose their upper reaches, now brilliant white.
For half an hour, the snowflakes flakes fall, and then gradually diminish, until the fading air is clear again. No trace of them remains on the ground but the damp.