I have been moaning and groaning this week. The winter is long. The weather is chill. The clouds are dulling the sun. And there are the August winds to get stronger yet.
And then today the clouds cleared, the weather a warm 15C. After church we packed a picnic, went to the lake and basked in the mild sunshine. Even the winds slowed to a brisk breeze.
Then a stroll around the garden and instead of looking for moaning groaning photos of dead leaves I found the sweet fragrance of violets and early daffodils nodding their heads in the warmth.
Psalm 6:6 New International Version (NIV)
"I am worn out from my groaning."