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When I stepped out of the house yesterday I realised that I have not gone outside since the horrible weather set in. The whole garden and front verandah were enveloped in a very visible layer of dust -- like the dry season in Papua New Guinea where everything looked dirty until the wet season arrived.

Last night there was a shower of rain to give it all a bit of a wash, and gave our grimey dust car a clean.

Today, however, the big winds are still blowing and blowing without the dust but with cold air. Yesterday when we were out west it was 4 degrees at midday. It's as if we had our sunny spring weather in August (it was the second warmest winter on record) and now the August's winter winds have arrived in September. There's not much hope of any blossom remaining on the trees through this blast.

The central heating is back on and the log fire lit, a perfect day to be inside reading.

Psalm 103:13-14 (New International Version)
As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.