View from the ground

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.