The Snow, The Tree, and My Daughter

The morning after the big late April snowstorm I looked out through a window to see this tree.
Was it –

(A) Bent over by the weight of the snow, tired and weary, bent and sad?

or

(B) Holding up strong, despite the weight, knowing that God is working?

In any case, I decided to go outside and take a picture and discovered that without telling anyone, Anna had put on her coat and boots and was shoveling. Energetically.

Stepping outside, I heard she was singing. And what was she singing?

“For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be glory forever!”

I hold with those who favor (B).