Into the storm...with a little hope

Tomorrow is the first day of classes. 

I've been touching up this little painting up over the summer. It is sort of a description of my life: lots of things are lovely, but also, all hell is breaking loose.

But, I think one of the painting's messages is hope in the face of a storm. And there is a big one coming. 

What I am thinking

Maybe I'll do this.
Yup, the pots will have to go.
Maybe we'll see if some crows would work instead.