The sun is setting on a snow field high in the hills of Walpole New Hampshire.
The green mountains of Vermont are about to swallow the last rays of sun for the day.
The colors reflected in the snow remind me of a sweet treat we had as kids here in New England.
Piping hot maple syrup was drizzled over a deep pan of snow.
The syrup congealed into long, gooey strings of sweet goodness that could be eaten with your fingers.
Sometimes the simplest pleasures make the best memories.