thoughts on a windy day

Good heavens, is it blowing outside! Like 40 miles an hour blowing so my tall house is creaking and groaning a little and the lilac petals have all blown away. It's just like Pooh's blustery day. I am sort of waiting for something unexpected to fly by in the wind. I am wandering around the house searching for pools of afternoon sunshine in which to linger. It's completely unproductive but I promise as soon as I am finished I am going to clean the sewing room. There's lots of good sun up there. I haven't written as much lately because I've been sort of introspective and thoughtful lately. No reason why, just am, so I've been busy thinking. Oh, yes, and painting. My little project ended up taken many more coats than expected and Hobby Lobby was out and I had to order it online and on and on and on. Tymon can now resume parking in the garage and I finally have yellow furniture. I have always wanted yellow furniture. It's the color of sunshine after all.