• Christine Tailer 10 October 2014

    Just a wee bit chilly

    I am sitting on the side deck. No doubt about it. I am a bit cold, but I do not want to move. The sun is shining down between the clouds, warming the black fur of the dog that sits by my side, and it occurs to me that it is good to wear black on a chilly fall day.
  • Christine Tailer 10 October 2014
    Just a wee bit chilly
    I am sitting on the side deck. No doubt about it. I am a bit cold, but I do not want to move. The sun is shining down between the clouds, warming the black fur of the dog that sits by my side, and it occurs to me that it is good to wear black on a chilly fall day.
  • Christine Tailer 3 October 2014
    Old friends
    It amazes me that we have known each other for 40 years. To my eye, we both look the same as we did the day we met, standing in her mother’s kitchen, real butter under a ceramic lid, as I learned to make wine from her father.
  • Christine Tailer 3 October 2014
    Old friends
    It amazes me that we have known each other for 40 years. To my eye, we both look the same as we did the day we met, standing in her mother’s kitchen, real butter under a ceramic lid, as I learned to make wine from her father.
  • Christine Tailer 26 September 2014
    The blue heron
    We were soon up on the main road and headed to the county fairgrounds. It seemed that we had joined a throng of fellow county folks all on their way to set up for the weeklong adventure. 
  • Christine Tailer 26 September 2014
    The blue heron
    We were soon up on the main road and headed to the county fairgrounds. It seemed that we had joined a throng of fellow county folks all on their way to set up for the weeklong adventure. 
  • 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.
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