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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, March 31, 2012

Long, Tall, Slick Sycamore...



Massive, often hollow trunks



Ball-like, brown fruits hang from long stems


Splotchy, exfoliating bark


White upper trunk and branches





Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Making a Living...

My dad was always a great defender of the little wild critters.  When the raccoons got into the corn fields, or the wild hogs rooted holes in the pastures, he would simply say, "Well, they are just trying to make a living."

When we cross a little stream or walk along its banks, Dan always points out the tracks of little critters that were there the night before, as Dad would say, "trying to make a living."  On this trip, the day following heavy rains, I just happened to have my camera.




Mink tracks


Raccoon tracks


A raccoon's little hand-like foot print



Friday, March 23, 2012

Thursday, March 22, 2012

More of Spring...

"Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God."

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

In Memory of Dad...

"...the red buds were ablaze in the valley and the sarvus blooms painted the steep hills white..."

(1915 - 2012)

Monday, March 19, 2012

Spring...


"For thou, O Spring!  Canst renovate all that high God did first create."  Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Spring is a natural resurrection, an experience in immortality."  Henry David Thoreau



Monday, March 12, 2012

Built Of Stone...


An old general store building not far from our home on property owned by our son


Built in 1901, before the Wright Brothers made their first airplane flight in 1903,
and before Henry Ford built his first Model T in 1908.



There was once a porch along the front



One of the beautifully arched windows



One side...so many stones


Back of the building with a porch and barred windows


 Imagine the merchandise that once filled this area.
Might it have looked something like this