Snow Comes to the Farm

Winter had come. The bare trees and grey hills said so. The frozen ground and ice on the pond said so. A day comes, after the leaves have fallen and the wild geese have left for warmer places when the air holds its breath, still and full of expectation. Snow is coming, and soon farmland and forest, ground and sky will be transformed. This story of two brothers, waiting and watching in the owl woods for the first snow of winter, is told with quiet drama and grace and illustrated with paintings of astonishing beauty.