just got in from grocery shopping.  as i unloaded a watermelon and cantaloupe into the sink to rinse off, couldn't help but think of dad.  i'm not a gardener.  but i appreciate those who do it well.  and he did, for sure.  i remember being in jr.high and dad coming home from work and picking dinner for us from the garden:  new potatoes, tomatoes for frying or just eating sliced with salt and pepper, and some sort of greens for steaming and eating with butter and vinegar.

as i put away all of tonight's produce, i will give thanks for all the Creator ingeniously created; and for the life of my dad.