Oh the wind is lashing lustily
And the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say
That it seems that it may turn out to be
a rather blustery day today.
~ Courtesy of Pooh Bear :
A Hum for a Blustery Day
I woke up last night, all but eyes and nose buried in my featherbed, to wind beating branches on my window panes and rain tipping down about the house like a fervid, tropical cataract. Not a thought went through my head, but a sleepy smile sufficed to express that wholehearted contentment one feels when stormy nights make nesting that much more enjoyable.
Today was the blustery day of days and every lashing, thrashing, rustling bluster that Pooh and Christopher experienced that one literary-changing day, was experienced by Queen Anne herself. We huddled to school wrapped like little balls of yarn, we squinted and laughed into the onrush of wind and we drank tea.