Water Washed.

 Somewhere in a song...I  remember are those two words together.  I wasn't thinking song this morning I was thinking rain last night.  All of last night or so it seemed.  It started early evening with a huge golf ball size hail storm.  Woo...it was a loud pounding like shingling of a roof.  And that just might happen again.  Our last roof was the results of a hail storm.  I'm sure the roofing people will be by.  New roofs can take a beating.  Old roofs not so much.  Humm...That might relate to people as well.  Or not.  The thundering and lightening continued through the night and this morning...Water washed is the word in the garden.  The place is water logged.  

I've made a morning trip to Aldies and now really are ready for camping.  All the food is purchased and we'll add smoked fish among other things to the menu while camping.  I am so ready for that trip.  

Next weekend starting early Fri we're on our way to the JB Rockin'-R-Farm to see lambs, kittens, chickens, garden and the bonus is seeing Kimmy, Jared, Jacob, Adam and Eli.  woo, woo.  That's even better than camping but not much better.  We'll be back to Carmel Monday evening.  Noah was here yesterday and Kat and Eric stopped by in the afternoon.  Eric's first work day off to celebrate June Teenth.  

Today there is not much on the to do list but sitting on the patio watching all the baby wrens.  They sure are hanging around with lots of noisy chirps.  It's easy to find them hanging out in the trees, and under plants.  

Now I remember the tune to water washed.  Oh, my, this is going to drive me over the top till I remember the title to this hymn.  Got It.  Wash, Oh God Our Sons and Daughters.  

We your people stand before you, water washed and Spirit born.  That's the thought of the day.