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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..."

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

It's That Time...

Mother Nature seems to be right on track with last year's schedule... one year ago today, I posted a picture of the first jonquils in bloom.


  1. Aren't they just the most beautiful flowers!

  2. Your spring is ahead of ours. So nice to see.

  3. I can't wait until spring arrives in my area, I miss seeing scenes like the one you've captured here.

  4. I do love these beautiful flowers. You may see more of them here when they get in full bloom. Thanks for the visits, Charlotte, Sarah, and Maddy!