Since I was young, I have always heard the voices of trees.

Easter (my chihuahua mix) told me it was a tree that told her where to take cover that night she was out in the wilderness alone.

The other day, I was walking the dogs in the fields when I heard the rustling of the trees coming in my direction. When it reached me it stopped and I heard, “The storm is coming. You better take your little ones home.”

I thanked the tree, cut our walk short, and headed through the woods to the house. When everyone was in safely, the thunderstorm burst in the sky and the rain came pouring down.

Be open to the power of nature.