Thanks, Jax
August 27, 2020
Could it be?
September 4, 2019
There’s something to be said…
October 26, 2014
for the restorative powers of the simplest task. Who knew that the autumnal tradition of raking leaves could be as cleansing as meditation? After a weeklong barrage of premeditated nastiness and disrespect ( yes, I’ve had better weeks ) I look forward to a crisp Sunday afternoon with Jaxon, my rake and my burn pile…an unbeatable combination to help regroup, rethink and get something accomplished. Yep, that’s better.
A tough act to follow
August 28, 2013
Jaxon, one year old already. He came as such a surprise at the time it’s hard to believe he’s been here with me, making his mark, for nine months. Looking near identical to his brother, Buddy, I’m amazed at how similar and yet totally different he is. Best though are the belly laughs he induces daily… the way he captivates those he meets…his morning ritual of a spritz of Eau des Baux. Time now to drop the ” baby” from Baby Jaxon and get on with our adventures. Like his older sibling, he has been collecting a variety of nicknames, all which have him whirling around like the Tasmanian Devil… Jaxon Pollock, Action Jaxon, Jaxon Mississippi, Jaxon Brown, Jaxon Hole Wyoming, and his latest… and I think his favorite…Hambone Jaxon. As for his birthday portrait, well, he was having none of it. We celebrated with Cannoli anyway.