I was sitting on my porch the other morning, watching a particularly stubborn tabby—whom I’ve named after the legendary veterinarian Louis Pasteur—try to hunt a [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch this morning, watching a stray tabby—whom I’ve affectionately named Louis Pasteur after the great microbiologist—stalk a butterfly through the [Read More…]
I was sitting on the floor of my sunroom yesterday, trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when [Read More…]
I was sitting on the back porch this morning, nursing a lukewarm coffee and watching a heavy gray mist roll over the pasture, when Barnaby—the [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch the other morning, watching a particularly stubborn tabby—whom I’ve named after the legendary veterinarian Louis Pasteur—try to hunt a [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch this morning, watching a stray tabby—whom I’ve affectionately named Louis Pasteur after the great microbiologist—stalk a butterfly through the [Read More…]
I was sitting on the floor of my sunroom yesterday, trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when [Read More…]
I was sitting on the back porch this morning, nursing a lukewarm coffee and watching a heavy gray mist roll over the pasture, when Barnaby—the [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch the other evening, trying to finish a little leaf-mosaic of a tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur, when I realized [Read More…]
I was out in the garden this morning, trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when my phone [Read More…]
I was sitting in a bustling coffee shop in downtown Toronto last month, watching a tourist struggle with a massive, unfolded paper map, and it [Read More…]
I remember one particular summer evening on the farm when I tried to host a small garden tea for the neighbors, convinced that every napkin [Read More…]
I was sitting on my porch yesterday, trying to piece together a little mosaic of a tabby cat using some flat river stones, when my [Read More…]
I remember sitting on a weathered bench in a bustling Florentine piazza last autumn, the scent of roasted chestnuts heavy in the air, feeling a [Read More…]