So there I was on Easter Sunday morning, lying on the ground near the vegetable garden out back. My husband was working in the garden and I was helping by taking pictures.
I love the little surprises you see while laying on the ground.
I see something black and white running toward me. With a big pink tongue.
George sits down right next to me and begins to bask in the sun.
He looks up, as if to ponder the meaning of life. But I think it’s more likely he’s heard a squirrel.
I love you, George, is what I’m telling him here. You’re my Best Boy.
And then I put the camera back into the grass while George lies next to me.
I love crawling around in the dirt and getting dirty.
Until tomorrow, my friends . . .
I’m still on a road trip with my husband as you read this. Take care, friends.