The trees glisten with remnants of newly fallen snow.  The air is crisp and clear.  As I set out for my daily walk, all is still.  My pristine setting is a treasure.  There is beauty everywhere I turn.  It is restorative to walk amidst the tall spruce and stately birch trees.   As I move about I see signs of life.  A squirrel has found remnants of last year’s chokecherries and is rattling the bush to gain more.  A chickadee sings its happy song as another one answers.  The farther I walk the more I see tracks of moose, deer, and rabbits.  I stir up a prairie chicken as I…