My Friend

 When I sit out on the back porch to read or talk on the phone, this is the tree that I see:

It's the fig tree I've talked about a lot, and if you look there toward the top, you see the face that always catches my attention.

Depending on the weather, it's either a surprised face or a happy face or a face with shrugging branches.  I really should give it a name, I suppose, having anthropomorphized it to this degree.