Boy, full bore summer here in the Northwest.  I walked the trail this morning but before that I was out watering the corn.  And at one point I had to stop and try and figure out what I was hearing.  It was like the sound of a freeway in the distance maybe it isn’t even visible but it is that hum, constant hum.   No freeway here though.  But it was the bees attracted by our hawthorn hedge that surrounds the south pasture.  The more than thousand foot of it is just humming.  Check the pix that I took of the blossoms.  It will be all red berries (haws) later and feed the robins and waxwings and last half the winter.

I walked my Camino this morning three times and said the rosary three times.  I’ve been tending to binge it lately.  It is probably better to do it once daily but I am trying this.  Praying for all the wishes, thank yous, hopes and intentions embodied in the rock pile here left by fellow pilgrims.  And I did pick up and use the rosary lent to me by a friend; it belonged to his father.  And there is a connection between his dad and my dad so it is meaningful.

They were both World War Two vets, members of the “greatest generation”.   They didn’t know each other in life but are both with God now maybe talking over this exact thing.  World War Two was a Camino that they shared.  And I know that they both participated together in the Battle of Okinawa at least.  My dad was an Army medic holding together broken bodies on shore.   At the same time Bill’s dad was a naval officer assigned to a destroyer serving picket duty.   Picket duty was where small ships were patrolling far out from the land battle sounding the warning if enemy aircraft approached.  That sounds a little too mild.  The reality is by this time in the war those aircraft were kamikazes and the picket ships were ready targets for them also.   My father was protected by Bill’s Father and in my hand is the rosary that protected them both.  We do stand on the shoulders of giants in all sorts of ways and levels.

Yup, so, off to my day.  I had volunteered a year ago to rebuild this little pouch that holds the old rosary and today seems like a good day to get a start on it.  OK, you guys are the best, Felipe.