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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, October 29, 2012
According to Wikipedia, the Hunter's Moon is said to have been used by Native Americans as they tracked and killed their prey by autumn moonlight, stockpiling food for the winter ahead. As with the Harvest Moon, there is no long period of darkness between sunset and moonrise. In times past, this feature of these autumn moons was said to help hunters tracking their prey (or in the case of the Harvest Moon, farmers working in the fields). They could continue tracking their prey (or bringing in their crops) by moonlight even when the sun had gone down. Hence the name Hunter's (or Harvest) Moon.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
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.
Friday, October 26, 2012
There was some nice fall color along the bluff when we were there a few days ago, but the peak won't happen for another week or so. Hopefully, I will get another opportunity to get out with my camera, and if I am lucky, I just might get another shot of the bluff when the color is at its best.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Fall has taken me by the hand and keeps leading me away from my work. She keeps luring me, with my camera around my neck, to go here and there where I might get a closer look at a tree of gold or red on the mountainside...click, click! Darkness comes earlier each day, so the daylight hours get away all too quickly. I must hurry for there are other things waiting. On the sewing table a robe for Father Christmas and a bag for him to carry are waiting to be stitched.
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,
So what could I do but laugh and go?
~Richard Le Gallienne
|This is the view just past our driveway heading north.|
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
The tally of trees killed by this summer's drought continues to grow. The oaks along the higher ridges seem to have been hit the hardest. Many of these trees are still holding fast to their leaves, though now withered and brown. Mother Nature, the greatest of Master Gardeners, has done her work of thinning the forests this year. She can't be second guessed, but we will surely miss these magnificent oaks. There will be an abundance of fuel for the wood stove for years to come. "There never was an ill wind that didn't blow some good," my mother used to say.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
When the last fire was built in the wood heater last spring, there were only two lengths of firewood remaining on the porch. Sylvester claimed the wood for his own, and it became his favorite place to sharpen his claws. The wood was left on the porch all summer, and definitely shows a lot of wear and tear. Today, he was eager to demonstrate his claw-sharpening techniques...