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  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • Concessions of a rice farmer
    The plan was a simple one. After the float bed was done floating the seed trays, add a layer of dirt to the water, cast rice seeds, add goldfish to eat the mosquito larvae, and sit back and watch the rice grow.
  • Concessions of a rice farmer
    The plan was a simple one. After the float bed was done floating the seed trays, add a layer of dirt to the water, cast rice seeds, add goldfish to eat the mosquito larvae, and sit back and watch the rice grow.
  • Creek neighbors
    We live two miles down a one-lane, dead-end road. We drive past two farms to get to ours, and only one farm lies farther on down the creek, so on those rare occasions when we hear an approaching vehicle, it is cause for curious excitement.
  • Red, white and blue
    I have no doubt that our creek valley world is ever so hardy, perfectly pure and wonderfully just, as it makes its way south to the river and our country beyond.
  • Soaring through the summer heat
    It was hot out, but not so hot that if I held my arms out to my side to cool and tilted my head to look up at the sky, I could see a lone turkey vulture soaring high above the creek valley fields, and think that I felt just a wee bit cooler.
  • Soaring through the summer heat
    It was hot out, but not so hot that if I held my arms out to my side to cool and tilted my head to look up at the sky, I could see a lone turkey vulture soaring high above the creek valley fields, and think that I felt just a wee bit cooler.
  • The fish jumped out
    I was not quite ready to give up on the experiment. If the rice could grow tall enough to shade the water, then the temperature might not get so hot. The fish could survive and the rice could grow.
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