It all began with a duck.

Every cloud, it is said, has a silver lining. Finding it in this era of Covid is hardly easy. But every now and then there are glimmers of it.

Fond as I am of winter, spring comes next as a favorite season and the gleaming gold of daffodils is heralding its arrival here and there.

Eureka. Last week, we had more snow days. I could follow deer and rabbit tracks in the snow. I could crunch through fields of snow. I was delighted.

At last, on Monday snow fell up- Island, enough to cover fields and roofs and stone walls.