• Christine Tailer 19 September 2014

    The pear tree

    It was the end of the season. The grass had stopped growing, and the night air was crisp. The buckeye leaves had begun to fall, and one day when Greg and I were out and about, we decided to stop by the discount store to see what already discounted items might be on sale.
  • Christine Tailer 19 September 2014
    The pear tree
    It was the end of the season. The grass had stopped growing, and the night air was crisp. The buckeye leaves had begun to fall, and one day when Greg and I were out and about, we decided to stop by the discount store to see what already discounted items might be on sale.
  • Christine Tailer 11 September 2014
    Spreading their wings
    Greg stood on the front porch, a dog on either side, as my tires crunched across the gravel and I headed down the road to leave the creek. I drove east through the mountains, past farms and fields, to the city.
  • Christine Tailer 11 September 2014
    Spreading their wings
    Greg stood on the front porch, a dog on either side, as my tires crunched across the gravel and I headed down the road to leave the creek. I drove east through the mountains, past farms and fields, to the city.
  • Christine Tailer 4 September 2014
    Yard 'sailing'
    The season is almost over. It reminds me of the way I savor the last few bites of a melting ice cream cone, or slowly relish walking the rows of sweet corn, as I snap off the last few, perfectly ripe ears.
  • Christine Tailer 4 September 2014
    Yard 'sailing'
    The season is almost over. It reminds me of the way I savor the last few bites of a melting ice cream cone, or slowly relish walking the rows of sweet corn, as I snap off the last few, perfectly ripe ears.
  • Christine Tailer 29 August 2014
    Summer creek time
    Creek time does not seem to understand either the clock or the calendar. There are moments that last forever, as when I sit by the hives and watch the bees, now laden with late summer’s purple pollen, return to their evening colonies.
  • Christine Tailer 29 August 2014
    Summer creek time
    Creek time does not seem to understand either the clock or the calendar. There are moments that last forever, as when I sit by the hives and watch the bees, now laden with late summer’s purple pollen, return to their evening colonies.
  • Christine Tailer 22 August 2014
    Sweet corn season
    The day’s chores are all done now, and I still have about two hours before dark. I really need to get the honey off of the hives, but perhaps I will take my cue from the fish, and lazily put up my feet, and make a cup of sweet corn silk tea, and try my hand at making a corn husk angel, like the one I found in my mother’s dresser drawer.
  • Christine Tailer 22 August 2014
    Sweet corn season
    The day’s chores are all done now, and I still have about two hours before dark. I really need to get the honey off of the hives, but perhaps I will take my cue from the fish, and lazily put up my feet, and make a cup of sweet corn silk tea, and try my hand at making a corn husk angel, like the one I found in my mother’s dresser drawer.
  • Christine Tailer 15 August 2014
    Antique tractor dreaming
    What does it mean to be an antique machine? Some say that anything dating prior to 1960 is antique, others say that anything older than 25 years is considered an antique, but by this last reckoning, all of my children are now antiques.
  • Christine Tailer 15 August 2014
    Antique tractor dreaming
    What does it mean to be an antique machine? Some say that anything dating prior to 1960 is antique, others say that anything older than 25 years is considered an antique, but by this last reckoning, all of my children are now antiques.
  • Christine Tailer 8 August 2014
    Time stands still
    He sat quietly in front of a box of papers and photos. His hands showed a slight tremor each time he would slowly reach into the box. His shoulders were now quite rounded, but his eyes were still the clear soft blue that I had always known.
  • Christine Tailer 8 August 2014
    Time stands still
    He sat quietly in front of a box of papers and photos. His hands showed a slight tremor each time he would slowly reach into the box. His shoulders were now quite rounded, but his eyes were still the clear soft blue that I had always known.
  • Christine Tailer 1 August 2014
    Sunday morning rain
    “It is raining,” Greg said. “Yes,” I replied as thunder rolled across the creek valley, “Perhaps it would be a good day to just relax.” He quickly agreed.
  • Christine Tailer 1 August 2014
    Sunday morning rain
    “It is raining,” Greg said. “Yes,” I replied as thunder rolled across the creek valley, “Perhaps it would be a good day to just relax.” He quickly agreed.
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