Trees

I've got the sniffles and a thick head so I've taken to my bed where I am watching the trees shivering in the cold. I am afraid that the wind is going to find a weak spot in my big tree and bring her down on top of me-a fitting end I am somehow imagining. I am always amazed at how solid and heavy trees are yet how flexible and lightly they move about in the wind. When I go out to re-fill the bird feeders I can hear their bark creaking and the branches tapping against one another. There are no birds today, they've probably blown away the wind is so bitter and strong. The sun on my bed is deceptively warm-the cats are in heaven here and I've made myself a mug of hot tea. Back to bed.