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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, June 22, 2012

In Search of Orange...

When I want color, I want Orange.  It is a strong color, one that stands up and shouts like no other.  Without the greens, the blues, and the browns, against which it likes to abide, it might be something less, for being alone it could not be king. 

The hummingbirds and I...what do we have in common...a love for Orange.  Outside my window, where the firecracker blossoms glow like tiny embers, the hummingbirds come and go.

The Orange blossoms of the trumpet vine, which grows along fence rows and wherever it can find something to climb, is a hummingbird's favorite.

Mother Nature must be fond of Orange too.  

Inside my house, old books with tattered book jackets line a shelf.  Would I have chosen these if they had been any other color?

A tiny ribbon...just a touch of orange against nature's brown twigs and bark... gives this miniature basket a bit of pizazz.

And, what would Till Goodan's painting of "Superstition Mountain" be without Orange?

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for visiting my journal. You reminded me about the color
    Orange, that is interesting - in my younger years it was a favorite and I would seek out
    this special color in my clothes. When my late husband and I were in business our trucks were orange! Now it seems I seek out blue, lavender and pastel colors for my garden but do have a couple of vibrant orange day lillies. I can see from your photos you live in a different part of the country then my South homeland.