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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..."
Friday, May 25, 2012
Mary, Mary...how does your garden grow?
With the addition of soaker hoses this year, the flower borders are doing quite well, despite the extremely dry conditions.
The cone flowers are thriving in an abundance of sunshine and seem to grow taller by the minute.
Butterflies love these beautiful blossoms. This is one of the most faithful perennials I have, but really don't know what it is.
Hummingbirds are crazy about these small trumpet shaped blossoms. They pass all others by for a sip of their sweetness.
My newest garden accent is an old bottomless blue enamelware pot which is pressed into place over a little lone plant...wish it would bloom!
No flower border is complete without daisies scattered about...and a birdhouse or two.