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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, May 28, 2012

A Bit of Dad's Legacy...

Dad had an intense love for farming and took great pride in his herd of beef cattle.  His success was, in large measure, because of this love and the willingness to work hard.  When he died a couple of months ago at almost 97 years, he still had a small herd of Angus cattle.  From that herd, two cows, ear tags No. F17 and No. F90 and their two calves, a heifer and a bull, became mine which I now take great pride in. 



 The cows will be having new baby calves shortly, so the calves have been separated and weaned from their mothers  The heifer calf is nothing short of perfection...a true beauty as far as beef cattle and the Angus breed is concerned.  She will remain on the farm and will be added to the herd when she is old enough.  The bull calf will probably be taken to market even though he, too, is a fine animal.  Dad would be proud!





Motherly Love

The heifer before weaning


After Weaning

This young bull and the "Beauty" heifer should produce some outstanding offspring.  I think Dad would approve.





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.


Thursday, May 10, 2012

Morning, Noon, and Night...


There are so many things out there at this time of year just begging to be photographed...where have I been?   Even though it was cloudy on this particular day and rather late in the day, I took my camera out to see what I could find.  I was surprised at how well the late afternoon photos turned out.  But,  I had read that the best time of day for taking photos is morning, before ten o'clock, so I took a few more shots the following day in the morning sunshine.  It seems to me if one takes the time to look around, there are pictures and pictures just waiting to happen at any time of day.