The other morning, I was out in the garden trying to arrange some smooth river stones into the shape of a sleeping tabby—a little project [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 on my porch yesterday, watching a little tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur (he’s quite the distinguished fellow, despite his penchant for chasing [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 was standing in the middle of my sunroom yesterday, staring at a patchy, streaky mess of sage green, feeling exactly like I did when [Read More…]
I was sitting on the porch yesterday, watching a particularly stubborn tabby I’ve named Louis Pasteur try to communicate with a butterfly, when it hit [Read More…]
I remember sitting on the porch of my parents’ old farm last autumn, watching a young rescue goat named Barnaby try to navigate a new, [Read More…]
I was sitting out on the porch yesterday, trying to arrange some dried maple leaves into the shape of a sleeping tabby, when a stray [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…]
