Rainy days in August are extremely rare but here we are. Must have been some temporary breakdown in our standard weather pattern. Not that the corn doesn’t need some more moisture. I am a total cornhead this time of year, just ask My Rebecca. Corn is my world. And gang we are getting so close to opening day on that.
I have to tear myself away from that and get my studies done for my Bible class tomorrow. I need to pray about it and tie up my grab bag of random thoughts and put them in order. I’ll have to admit that this ins’t the easiest chapter that I have ever covered. But I have a whole day, a rainy day.
In local news we have a construction project happening along the trail here. It is located next to our wood shop next door at Wiley’s. His good friend James (The Most Interesting Man In the World in Training) is building a “tiny house”. And of course we are all lending a hand. It is an 8×28 foot structure on a trailer base so it can be moved around. You can’t miss this when you walk the trail. You’ll be able to yell comments over the fence. “Hey, you missed a nail” or “Here, let me hold your beer.”
Charlie and Nick, guys that walk here came and spent hours weed whacking and trimming the greenery back along the trail. So, it is looking pretty civilized. All waiting on you to get here for the Veranda gathering.
OK, I have to evacuate the area, the phonograph with the inane kid songs is being fired up. OK, off I go to my day. Inane loves, Felipé.
Ola Felipe.
It’s courgette season in my garden. That’s zucchini to you! A stroll down the veg patch with my brother today led to two marrows, plus loads of grape size tomatoes. I’m make zucchini risotto cakes for dinner. Yum.
Been thinking about your sister. I’m going Sophia, which is wisdom… or Mercy. Something deep and kind. I’m thinking she had gone ahead and is somewhere, with your parents, being your cheering team.
I dream quite a bit since this cancer journey began about walking with my mom, in the forest or the wild places somewhere… she died of cancer about six years back. She was a wise, kind, compassionate woman. I am so lucky she was (is) my mother. Much that is good in me came from her.
Starting to dream too of the Camino:final full chemo done (for now at least), trip to Astorga and Cruz de Ferro ahead.
Karen ~ nice full comment from you. Thanks. Isn’t harvest time just the best. We got our first real tomato today and sliced it for dinner. So good. And so what is a marrow, a zucchini? I’m easily confused.
Hey, and I like Sophia. That would work for me. It has been a long time since I have had any dream connect with her. Maybe it is time for that.
Oh Karen, I didn’t know that your Mom had died of cancer no that long ago. And you dream of being with her, wow. You’re giving me goosebumps. We will talk more about that if it would please you. I just feel like that is enough for me right now.
And I am so happy for you that you are off to Spain. That will be so fun. And to meet with Ron and Ann will be awesome. Did you say that you were going to take some class or workshop?
Hey have to go. Great to hear from you. Felipé.x