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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 30, 2013

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Temperance...





An old photograph?  No, just some camera fun and a little unfinished doll.  She only has features of pencil lead and wears a piece of fabric wrapped around her shoulders, but she is already making her sweet little presence felt around the sewing room.


Thursday, March 14, 2013

Last Spring's Nest...





hangs on a vine near my walking trail.  It looks as good as new to me.  I would like to bring it home, but the Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 makes it illegal to collect or have in your possession live native birds, bird feathers, nests or eggs.  I haven't always known about that law!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

In every walk...




with nature one receives far more than he seeks.    ~ John Muir
                                                                               

Monday, March 11, 2013

Of Stone and Clay...








According to records, this old house was built around 1861-1862.  It is amazing that the chimney, which was built of stones and clay 150 years ago, still stands.  How proud the woman of the house must have been when she built a fire in the new fireplace, and cooked a meal inside, out of the wind and rain.


Monday, March 4, 2013

Guardian Rock and Baby...





Before I leave the rocks behind, I just wondered if anyone, besides me, can see the baby tucked securely underneath Momma's head?  What a blessing it is to have a young one coming on, to guard over this land forevermore.




Friday, March 1, 2013

Taking Inventory...





The orange-colored trees in the fence line behind the hay make this photo look like something taken in the fall, but it was actually taken today.  The colorful trees are cedar trees that died because of last summer's drought.