A friend like that

I came home one day this week to find more photos from my husband on the camera storage disk. It’s kind of fun, you know, sharing how someone else sees the day. I like what he did here with the little barn in the background and the red buds beginning to burst forth on the trees. And I actually like that green mold on the barn roof.

Of course, his best friend looks good, too.

 

George is a favorite subject for the camera lens around here.

This poem sort of reminds me of my husband’s relationship with this wonderful dog of ours.

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands.

When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands;

then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught threat.

For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.

~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

 

And that’s what I think about that.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .