Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for November 15, 2019

‘Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.’ “Trees”, by Joyce Kilmer

They need to sell the boat…they never use it or visit the kids.. Who Knows there may be a bun in the oven down there by now

A picnic makes life seem better. At least until the ants show up.

Who ever said life was no picnic, was wrong this time around….

The Arlo doesn’t fall far from the tree.

With a love like theirs, age is a state of mind.

A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Spill the wine, dig that girl…

I love happy endings.

This will never get old.

When you have spells of rage awareness, have a picnic?

That seems to be working! :o)

a good book, a babbling brook, a bottle of wine and thee

Well. she is not going to put him down like a old dog, smiling!

“I could watch that shrub levitate for hours.”

Now there a solution, hold up the tree.

Why did it take me more than 60 years to understand the secret of happiness is Going with the Flow? Stubbornness is not a virtue.

And THAT is why their marriage is successful, the ability to look past the tempest of the moment, and see what is really important.

Ah, the soft hand of the woman you adore gently upon your brow. Bliss.

Aces. All aces. Read ’em and smile…

That’ll work.

Jimmy Johnson – you have some great and knowledgeable followers on this strip. I enjoy and identify with Arlo and Janis.

I wish I could identify with Arlo and Jancie.

Time to listen to Roger McGuinn’s ‘May The Road Rise To Meet You’