On the first of November, we awoke to a few inches of snow. The familiar trees and plants along the trails had been transformed. Ephemeral ropes of snow clung impossibly to the thinnest branches. I had time to take a morning walk and snap a few photos.

The dreaded multiflora rose. Might as well notice the best of it.

Beech leaves.

And a large wild grape vine.

By late afternoon, the snow was nearly gone, just hanging on to the northern sides of the oak leaves.

And completely shed from this oak — Scarlet oak, I think. Back to autumn.