A Rather Blustery Day

Hum, dum, dum, dee, dee, dum Hum, dum, dum Oh the wind is lashing lusterly And the trees are thrashing thrusterly And the leaves are rustling gusterly So it's rather safe to say That it seems that it may turn out to be It feels that it will undoubteadly Looks like a rather blustery day today It seems that it may turn out to be Feels that it will undoubteadly Looks like a rather blustery day today I give credit to A.A. Milne for the above. Despite a ferocious chest cold, I attempted to fiddle around in the front yard. Not a good idea. As soon as I bent down to weed, my nose needed tending. A better idea: bundle up in the family-room recliner with schoolbooks, humidifier and kleenex by my side. The trees can thrash thrusterly and the leaves rustle gusterly while I lounge indoors. Welcome, Autumn.