• Christine Tailer 3 April 2014

    Tumbleweeds

    I was determined to take a picture of this particular tumbleweed. I set it down on the ground and stood back. It rolled away. I followed it and picked it up again.
  • Christine Tailer 28 March 2014
    Horses' hooves
    Our little horses love to run through the field, their manes and tails unfurled behind them. They follow each other like flying shadows, turning quickly to run back the other way, clumps of dirt flung out from their hooves like sparks.
  • Christine Tailer 28 March 2014
    Horses' hooves
    Our little horses love to run through the field, their manes and tails unfurled behind them. They follow each other like flying shadows, turning quickly to run back the other way, clumps of dirt flung out from their hooves like sparks.
  • Christine Tailer 21 March 2014
    Springtime blues
    When I asked a neighboring farmer when he thought the last frost would be, he smiled and his eyes twinkled. In a calm voice, he replied that he’d put good money down that it would not frost after the first of July.
  • Christine Tailer 21 March 2014
    Springtime blues
    When I asked a neighboring farmer when he thought the last frost would be, he smiled and his eyes twinkled. In a calm voice, he replied that he’d put good money down that it would not frost after the first of July.
  • Christine Tailer 14 March 2014
    Spring forward
    The further one moves from the equator, the longer the summertime daylight hours become, and at the North and South Poles, the summertime sun never sets.
  • Christine Tailer 14 March 2014
    Spring forward
    The further one moves from the equator, the longer the summertime daylight hours become, and at the North and South Poles, the summertime sun never sets.
  • Christine Tailer 7 March 2014
    Winter warmth
    The woodshed was full. I felt warm just looking at it, and it had not cost a penny. The cost was rather spent in my husband's hard work, driving the old Jeep up into the woods, felling a standing dead tree, cutting it into foot-long lengths and then piling the logs up in front of the woodshed to be split, sometimes with a splitter on the back of the 1957 ford tractor, other times by hand.
  • Christine Tailer 7 March 2014
    Winter warmth
    The woodshed was full. I felt warm just looking at it, and it had not cost a penny. The cost was rather spent in my husband's hard work, driving the old Jeep up into the woods, felling a standing dead tree, cutting it into foot-long lengths and then piling the logs up in front of the woodshed to be split, sometimes with a splitter on the back of the 1957 ford tractor, other times by hand.
  • Christine Tailer 28 February 2014
    Patiently in between
    I know I am living in that between time, when the past still lingers and tomorrow just can’t quite dawn fast enough. Last week, every inch of the creek valley was covered with deep snow.
  • Christine Tailer 28 February 2014
    Patiently in between
    I know I am living in that between time, when the past still lingers and tomorrow just can’t quite dawn fast enough. Last week, every inch of the creek valley was covered with deep snow.
  • Christine Tailer 14 February 2014
    Assisted living
    I walked down the familiar hallway to his apartment’s front door and knocked. Years past, he would come to the door and open it wide and greet me with a hug. I heard his gentle voice from inside “Come in, Christine."
  • Christine Tailer 14 February 2014
    Assisted living
    I walked down the familiar hallway to his apartment’s front door and knocked. Years past, he would come to the door and open it wide and greet me with a hug. I heard his gentle voice from inside “Come in, Christine."
  • Christine Tailer 7 February 2014
    Warm winter wind
    Time passed and the wind picked up, and finally I did feel its chill begin to pass through my clothing. I was still in no hurry to move. I lingered until the bite of the wind really did become uncomfortable.
  • Christine Tailer 7 February 2014
    Warm winter wind
    Time passed and the wind picked up, and finally I did feel its chill begin to pass through my clothing. I was still in no hurry to move. I lingered until the bite of the wind really did become uncomfortable.
  • Christine Tailer 30 January 2014
    Form or function?
    We were just determined to do those outside things that needed to be done, and to take the most direct route possible, so we could hurry back inside to another cup of coffee and the warmth of the wood stove.
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