Life´s back to good again. If you want to phone I might even get the call. (There is a certain amount of liberation involved when you find yourself all twisted in knots over a mobile phone problem, then realize that, after all, nobody ever phones you! What are you so upset about, you silly git?)
Summer is my favorite time of year, and we have a fine pilgrim in residence, Gareth from Canterbury. (his blog is referred-to over to the right. he´s a hard-core pilg, he walked here from England!)
Someday he´ll be a Roman Catholic priest, having already inhabited several different Christian identities and roles... a lot like many of the rest of us, eh? For now he´s Just Another Pilgrim. The road is a great leveler: every sweaty, sunburned, blistered and worn-out pilg is the same at the end of the day, no matter how great or small he is back in "the real world." Another good reason for everyone to give Pilgrimage a shot.
Back here on the perimeter the neighbors are busy corrugating the fields and heaping up grain on the communal threshing floor, working into the wee hours to make enough grain to make a living and keep eating, planting, and farming for another year, doing the work their forefathers and foremothers did for the last thousand years or so, on this very site. The longer I live here, the more I admire these people.
If you see a farmer, say "thank you." Or give him a beer. Meantime, here are pictures!
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