It’s the anticipation of something that makes us either rejoice or fear it. In the case of the big snowstorm that was heading my way, I chose to revel in it and enjoy the light and clouds before it would all be covered in inches of the white stuff.
A small group of deer was eating all the grass they could find. Did they somehow know that it would all be hidden under snow the next morning?
The trees with their new green leaves would be caught unaware by the cold and the weight of the snow on tender shoots and branches.
This little guy had no thought for the morrow, jumping from branch to branch high up in a tall tree.
This black-billed magpie sat on my campsite post as if to ask if I was ready for what was coming our way.
And as much as I could be, Bella, Breeze, and I were ready: pipes wrapped, external faucet off, power cord firmly attached, and grocery shopping done. All we could do now was wait and watch and then enjoy the show.
I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.
Louisa May Alcott