Diversity of friendship was nothing unusual for me, a kid growing up in New York City, but it wasn’t until I moved into my little house in Maine that I discovered the expanse of wild love in my backyard.
This is a photo I took of my late dear friend, Buster in the fall of 2018. It was the day after I got married and I had finally found a vintage St. Francis statue at the flea market on the way home from church the Sunday after my wedding. I had been looking for one for years! Like Wishy, Buster raised my spirits in so many ways.
Some related good news: I saw a chipmunk on my deck a few days ago which is always the official sign of spring’s approach!