Just Jake

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 thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that. ~W. Dayton Wedgefarth

On Frozen Pond

Breathing in nature, even in the dead of winter … have to or I’ll go crazy … just bundle up.


P.S. to Jake … thanks for making me get my butt out of the chair for a walk every morning, especially Mondays.