• Christine Tailer 31 October 2014

    Fall gourds

    So this is fall. When I glance in the rear-view mirror as I drive down the road to the cabin, I see a swirling cloud of leaves rolling in my wake.
  • Christine Tailer 23 October 2014
    Special people
    This story is not about the creek, or the animals, or anything at all about the valley we call home. It is about people – all different sorts of wonderful, yet different people. I had been planning a gathering, a family rendezvous, in the city some know as the Big Apple.
  • Christine Tailer 23 October 2014
    Special people
    This story is not about the creek, or the animals, or anything at all about the valley we call home. It is about people – all different sorts of wonderful, yet different people. I had been planning a gathering, a family rendezvous, in the city some know as the Big Apple.
  • Christine Tailer 17 October 2014
    My grandmother's kerchief
    Certainly, over the past 20 years, I would occasionally open the drawer, and sort through the bright colors and bold patterns, but I would always carefully fold them back up and put them away until another day, but not this time. 
  • Christine Tailer 17 October 2014
    My grandmother's kerchief
    Certainly, over the past 20 years, I would occasionally open the drawer, and sort through the bright colors and bold patterns, but I would always carefully fold them back up and put them away until another day, but not this time. 
  • 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.
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