
17/02/2025
February 17, people. Mark it down. It was an auspicious day for Jackson the cat. On this warm, sunny afternoon the first lizard of the season emerged from its winter snooze and crawled out on to the screen of my porch. And yes, I’m sure there are already plenty of lizards scurrying about in the desert and hanging out in yards. None of that matters to Jackson because this is his entire world right here. These are his lizards. This rookie is a little guy, probably born last fall. For the past hour, he has hung motionless on the screen and Action Jackson has sat just as still watching him. It is the slowest standoff in history. Through the warmer months small reptiles will surround the porch and Jackson and the other cats will be kept busy defending their turf from the cold-blooded horde. It's nice to know the cycle is about to commence. When I lived in Ohio, I always eagerly anticipated the blooming of the first crocus as a herald of spring. It’s different in Arizona, but equally wonderful. If you don’t think spring is just around the corner, Jackson and I are here to tell you different. Now please, be very quiet. Someone on the porch is concentrating very hard, and it isn’t me. Don’t forget, I’m giving a talk on Sat. Feb. 22 in Prescott at the Phippen Museum of Western Art at 1 p.m.