I tilled up my small field today. The heavenly aroma of the freshly turned soil triggered a memory from days long gone past.
Cain was a tiller of the ground back in the day and Abel was a keeper of sheep. Perhaps all farmers are descendants of these two boys.
Just some Sundsy musings.
"Error does not become Truth because it is widely accepted; Truth does not become error, even when it stands alone"
edited only for spelling