As writers, some of us are aware that praise or feedback is a rare thing. Once when I was chatting with a person who wrote for years for the same publication I did said "Oh, Eddie, you can write circles around the rest of us." That really caught me of guard because this particular person moved in elite circles and was one of the movers and shakers of the local gardening scene. All the while I thought my garden writing was like something sheriff Andy Taylor of Mayberry might write. The next occurence that made me aware of the emotional strength of writing was when I had written a tribute to my Dad who had just died. I showed it to my sister-in-law and she never said a word back to me, she just read the piece in silence and teardrops ran down her face and fell on the paper. I accepted that as a testimonial to the power of the written word.