I was standing in my kitchen the other morning, nursing a warm mug of tea and watching my old tabby, Dr. Osler—named after that legendary [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch this morning, trying to piece together a little mosaic for a local rescue using nothing but flat river [Read More…]
I still remember the chaos of my first week at the farm sanctuary, trying to bottle-feed a tiny, shivering lamb while simultaneously dodging a wayward [Read More…]
Yesterday, while I was out in the garden trying to arrange some flat river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, I found myself [Read More…]
You know, I was out in the garden this morning, carefully arranging some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when I [Read More…]
I still remember the first time I held a Golden Retriever puppy in my hands; they are essentially little, breathing clouds of sunshine that smell [Read More…]
I remember standing in the muddy paddock back home, breathless and feeling like my lungs were about to stage a formal protest after trying to [Read More…]
I remember sitting on the porch of my parents’ old rescue farm, watching a group of weary travelers pull up to the gate. They weren’t [Read More…]
I can still smell the faint, sweet scent of puppy breath and damp hay from the morning I first held a tiny Golden Retriever in [Read More…]
You know, I was out in the garden this morning, trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when [Read More…]
