Taste and See

             My father had a life long love of words.  He was a lawyer, a reader and crossword puzzle fanatic.  Whatever gems there are to uncover in Reflexions grew out of the soil he prepared.  He was the editor of my youth.  He would sit in an oversized chair, my writing in his lap, red pencil in his hand.  

            
     The most enjoyable part came at the very end.  It was the chance to explain my thoughts.  My words were terribly inadequate, my thinking inept.  Firmly and gently, he guided me in both, always leaving the sessions with better vision, with clearer thoughts. 

            My father passed on his love of words.  Though he prepared the soil, the hoe is firmly in my hands.  Taste and see if the fruit is good.