• Christine Tailer 18 March 2013

    The creek wore white

    I noticed on our walk yesterday that the daylily shoots were close to four inches tall. The plum trees were covered with swollen pink buds, and several of the daffodils that I had planted along the road had already flowered. Spring was starting to awaken
  • Christine Tailer 4 March 2013
    Sweet dreams
    The day was gray and cold, but it was warm by the fire. We fell into the rhythm of adding logs to the fire and sap to the pan, as we skimmed bubbles off the boiling surface. By mid-afternoon, we had poured 10 gallons of sap into the stainless steel evaporator gallon pan, and the three and a half gallons boiling liquid had begun to turn a light brown. Wafts of maple scent began to rise with the steam.
  • Christine Tailer 18 February 2013
    The tortoise and the groundhog
    Later, it occurred to me that both the tortoise and the groundhog had erred. Only two weeks before, the groundhog had not seen his shadow, and had clearly predicted an early spring. Perhaps the two of them should get their heads together and better figure out this matter of forecasting.
  • Christine Tailer 11 February 2013
    What about Bob?
    It is that time of year when the kids are dropping to the ground like spring rain. It seems as though every time we turn around, there is another one jumping about the goat yard as though it had springs on the bottoms of its perfect little feet. Baby goats seem to be about the most happy creatures in the world, and they certainly seem to know how to make me smile. But Bob is different.
  • Christine Tailer 4 February 2013
    It is winter
    The white-gray day is starting to grow dark. I feel ever so content. The rabbit water bottles have been thawed for the second time, the chickens are closed up for the night, and soup simmers warmly on the cook stove. I light a beeswax candle. It is winter.
  • Christine Tailer 28 January 2013
    Going for a walk

    Finally, we came to the gate at the end of the road and turned around to head home. There, laid out before us was the story of our walk. Greg's larger footprints and mine, sometimes close together, other times farther apart.

  • Christine Tailer 21 January 2013
    Crystal clear
    What a joy it has been to see clear blue skies for the past two days! I had almost forgotten what the color blue looked like.
  • Christine Tailer 7 January 2013
    Dogs
    I ran my hand down her forehead, between her eyes, and along her nose. She looked up at me, tilted her head just so, as if to ask me what I would make for breakfast, and then resumed her watch out the window. They sat by the table, a dog distance back, as we lingered and drank the last of our morning coffee.
  • Christine Tailer 31 December 2012
    Footprints in the snow
    As I stood on the porch, the new year dawning, it occurred to me, that our tracks across the snow clearly mark the pattern and habit of our lives. The weather forecast calls for continued below-freezing temperatures. I promised myself that when I do the chores tomorrow, I will step outside of the path, just to see how it feels.
  • Christine Tailer 24 December 2012
    388 square feet

    I feel as though everything is in its place, but I also know that I look forward to the return of our young'uns, as they stretch the walls of our 388-square-foot world just a bit. Such stretching is good for the soul.

  • Christine Tailer 17 December 2012
    A gray day
    Our walk was longer than expected, as I frequently stopped to photograph our creek valley world. The weather was warmer than expected, and even though I did not wear a jacket, I was amazed that I managed to work up a sweat in mid-December.
  • Christine Tailer 10 December 2012
    My father's hand
    It had been only a few months since I had seen him. I called when I was just a few miles away, and as I pulled up in the driveway, I could see him waiting just inside the front door. I parked and got out quickly, trying to rush inside before he came out into the cold to greet me, but I was not fast enough. He met me at the curb with a warm hug.
  • Christine Tailer 4 December 2012
    Holiday crafts
    The gourds that I am working with now are perfectly dried from two summers past. At the end of the summer, I took them from the garden, and with bailing twine wrapped around their stems, hung them up to dry in the tobacco barn. Not a single gourd rotted.
  • Christine Tailer 26 November 2012
    Chicken mugging
    A typical late afternoon goes something like this. As I drive up the hill to the cabin, I can see the flock pecking around over by the windmill tower. I park in the gravel drive and get out of my car, and by the time I am walking up the front cabin steps, I know that I am about to be the victim of a chicken mugging.
  • Christine Tailer 19 November 2012
    Being thankful
    It will be 10 years this spring since we first stepped foot along the banks of Straight Creek. It might seem that 10 years is a long time and that we have done a lot with our land over the past years. We have built our cabin home, and we have walked the creek and seen it change with the seasons.
  • Christine Tailer 12 November 2012
    Cool morning chores
    Less than an hour later, I walked into the courthouse, papers ready to file for my first case of the day. I smiled at the guard as my lawyer heels clicked across the first floor hallway, and I could not help but wonder what a person's clothes really tell about a person.
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