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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..."

Sunday, October 28, 2012

To the Top...

The weather was perfect this weekend for a drive to the top of the mountain just to look and enjoy.  I almost filled up my camera card, and it was the hardest thing to choose just two or three photos to post here.  At the higher elevations, leaves were beginning to pile up on the ground, quite deep in places, so these colors won't last long.  The drive along the mountain top always makes me feel somewhat dizzy, a bit of acrophobia I suppose, so I was glad when we were on lower ground.  I enjoyed best driving through the jungle of color where the trees reached out their long arms to keep us safe, and there was beauty all around.