GOOD PARENTS ARE a great blessing.

I know from experience.

My parents have shown me love, patience, kindness, understanding and great examples of how to live well.

They’ve taught me life’s tough lessons.

I didn’t always understand or appreciate those lessons when I was younger.

Now, I am grateful I learned them, and grateful to God for choosing to bless me with wonderful parents.

This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “parent.”

This is just a garden-variety story.

My grandparents sometimes had a garden beside the barn in their backyard, and Pawpaw went to till it up one day.

My cousin and I went with him, to “help” I guess.

He tilled the earth, and we watched it turn.

For some reason, maybe just to play in the dirt, I was close enough to the ground to see some of it wiggle.


I’m thankful for a lot of things, not the least of which is the fact tomorrow is Friday.

I jumped a little ahead of today’s “thankful” prompt with yesterday’s post, with personal recollections about a group of people for which most of the world is thankful so I thought today might be a good time for another post from the Casey’s Column archives.

Click the underlined words in this sentence for a look inside my mind on a night two years ago when I went outside to look at the stars and count my blessings.