As The Sun Creeps

The grasses are all brown.
(photo P Volker)
Some of the roses are still calling out!
(photo P Volker)

The sunshine creeps across the landscape for a long time before it gets to shining on our little house tucked in the shadows. When I first was up this morning it was me nowhere to be seen. But it wasn’t long before it touched the tops of the fir trees across the road.

It is supposed to be a hot one today, maybe a record breaker. So we will enjoy the cool of the morning while we can. Catherine will be here shortly to walk and say our rosaries. Then off to church to receive Communion.

When we say the rosary I always try to have an intention. Someone or something is always deserving of help. The people of Iowa are really on my mind lately. The crop damage there estimated to be ten million acres from the straight line winds. I had to translate that into some thing I could understand and I came up with a band sixty miles wide across the whole state. In reality the band is wider and covers central Iowa from the eastern border westward about two thirds of the way across. Praying for Iowa.

Speaking of corn next weekend is our Corntine 🌽 weekend. I made a bunch of phone calls to get the locals stirred up. No Veranda this year but we are doing what we can. It is all very low keyed and distanced. I told folks we would be open Saturday and Sunday 10 to 10. Tapas with toothpicks and maybe a little wine will happen. The walk is always happening and there are blackberries to be picked.

berry loves, Felipé.

2 thoughts on “As The Sun Creeps”

  1. Dear Phil,
    Thank you for your prayers for this world… when we stop and think what that means, it is such an act of love. I was thinking of these words from John O’Donohue (funny, right? In such a short life, he seems to have put words for most of the things we go through… kind of like the Camino… we seem to find words for almost everything that we go through reflecting on our experience of the Camino…)

    “It is such a privilege to have people who continue each day to bless us with their love and prayer. Prayer is the art of presence. These inner friends of the heart confer on us inestimable gifts. In these times of greed and externality, there is such unusual beauty in having friends who practice profound faithfulness to us, praying for us each day without our ever knowing or remembering it. There are often lonesome frontiers we could never endure or cross without the inner sheltering of these friends. It is hard to live a true life that endeavors to be faithful to its own calling and not become haunted by the ghosts of negativity, therefore, it is not a luxury to have such friends; it is necessary.
    ~ from TO BLESS THE SPACE BETWEEN US by John O’Donohue

    Feeling blessed to have a friend like you LOVES,
    Cris

    1. Cris ~ wow, I am sorting my way through all the comments today. Rho started all this. I got comments, comments on those comments and then maybe comments on those. May get to my blog post.

      We have this open house this weekend so I’m trying to cleanup around the outside of the house. Things are ajumble. And it has been hot, well hot for us.

      And thank you for the John O thoughts. Prayer is a mysterious thing isn’t it. It is sort of the hum of the universe. And thanks for the message to Jay. Later, Felipé.x

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