In a wild wind with drifting snow, I was heading to the barn and found myself in a whiteout. There was no danger, I was 15 feet from the house but the ground was icy and slippery, and I didn’t want to fall, I waited for it to clear so I could see where I  was walking.

I could see the bare outline of the chairs under the apple tree, but the ground was a blur.

It was the perfect weather condition for a whiteout, high winds, driving snow.

I was coughing, a bit stiff and uncertain, and Rose came right up out of the snow, she seemed concerned about me. I followed her down the short path to the pasture, and then the whiteout gave way to just plain old heavy snow.

I have pneumonia, and I had taken powerful cough medicine in the morning, and at first, i thought it was Rose, who lived with me at the first Bedlam Farm. She saved me too many times to count, and often led me through the snow.

I swear it was Rose I saw, and then my head cleared and I knew it was Fate. Rose will never leave me, and always had my back.

Fate is also an incredibly sensitive and aware dog, I believe she saw me through the snow and came to  get me. Sometimes, truth appears in odd ways and shapes.