Gusty Winds

The weatherman said this is the gustiest day our area has had in five years, winds up to 60 mph.  As I sit here looking out of my living room window I watch as the dead leaves of winter blow past, kicking up little whirlwinds that go skidding across the drive.  The sun is trying to blaze bright but it's still winter and the best it can manage is a soft, weak smile.

I'm enjoying the view as I work on a crocheted market bag, feeling virtuous that I'm using recycled cotton yarn and that it's a pretty mix of sunny yellow, orange marmalade and cool grass green.  I'm going to put it in my Etsy shop when I get the store front up and running.  They say crocheting is therapeutic and I would have to agree with that.

Meanwhile, my cat, Mandy, is blissfully curled up into a tight ball, snoring like a freight train, not a care in the world until dinnertime.