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As a child, it was one of my greatest delights to visit my grandparents in the spring when the whip-poor-wills began to call. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a remote valley of the Ozark Mountains where there were trees a plenty, and, seemingly, a whip-poor-will, or two, in each one.
My grandmother insisted that a whip-poor-will's call was not "whip-poor-will," but instead, "chip-butter-white-oak." I would listen really hard trying to hear it exactly as she said it was, but all I could hear was "whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will,..." But, I never let on to her.
I remember my grandpa watching and listening, with an amused look on his face, to one of these listening sessions. Shortly after that he began to call me, just for fun, "Chip Butter." It is a name I am proud to wear for I still love to hear that long, lonesome call on a warm summer's eve. And, sometimes, when I listen really, really hard, it seems I can hear quite clearly, "chip-butter-white-oak, chip-butter-white-oak..."

Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Old Way and the New...

Dan is mowing hay today...the start of a busy season on the farm, for sure.  It really doesn't look like hard work to me.  What could be easier than driving around in an air-conditioned tractor, sitting in a cushioned air-ride seat and listening to the radio? 

Not so long ago, mowing hay was not so easy.  The old fellow who farmed these same fields before us, mowed hay on an International Harvester  No. 9 mower, pulled by a team of horses.  The hitch was later adapted to be pulled by a tractor.  This old machine now sets in one of the flower borders here, where it is admired and discussed almost daily.  As for me, I just like the looks of it surrounded by small boulders, grasses and flowers.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Let It Rain...

With rain in the forecast for tomorrow, I have worked hard all week finishing up the flower borders around the house. 

Old iron plows and other assorted junk keep Nell from digging a bed among
the flowers.  (I never scold her!)

A lichen covered rock doesn't need much care...just a little water.

Every flower border needs a rusty rooster.

A "Welcome" sign at the front sidewalk hanging from an old buggy frame...

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Spring Favorites...

from around the farm...
Sweet William


Bleeding Heart

Red Buckeye