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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..."

Monday, November 12, 2012

You Will Be Missed...

I know it is time for the show to be over, but I am never quite ready.  We have been through so much together, you and I...weeks and weeks without rain, and blistering hot days, and grasshoppers...  Then, when rain began to fall once again, you seemed to want to outdo yourself, to show the world how beautiful you could be.  Yes, you will be missed.



  1. Mary, these photos are beautiful. The colors are so bright, crisp and clear. The one thing that makes me a bit sad about this time of year is where I live everywhere you look it's gray.

  2. I've traveled a lot of places--have lived in a lot of states--but nowhere have I found a place any more beautiful than the Ozarks! It so nice to find your blog, so I can visit them often! I'm your newest follower!

  3. These are beautiful flowers; they're putting on quite a show for their last act.