When the winds here at the beach turn from gentle to aggressive the chairs and doormats begin skittering down the porch to take shelter in front of my door.

I tell them they are welcome and snuggle them together to safely weather the storm.

The morning sees the return of the sun and I gently usher everyone back to their spots.

Turning then to clear the rain and sea spray from the slider.

Slipping out of the still chill air back indoors just as the kettle begins to whistle.  Turning from making my tea I smile as I see Yggdrasil and Figaro stretching their branches towards the glass, their leaves shining in the light.  Now time to sit, sip some tea, and allow the sunlight to filter across the pages as I read.