It is the season of the whip-poor-will, for his springtime serenade has begun. "Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will," or "Chip-Butter-White Oak, "Chip-Butter-White-Oak..." (Which ever way it is. See my explanation above.) So, in celebration, those of us here at Chip Butter White Oak are hosting a bit of a garden party. So, come on in...
|Nell is here to welcome all (hmm, that is, when she comes out of hiding)...|
|Now, don't mind the manners. Some of us have a rude habit of staring...|
|The Rusty Rooster is standing guard...|
|While others are simply brightening up a corner...|
|There's even a place to sit and rest among the veggies...|
|Or in the azalea bed, if one doesn't mind a bit of rust on the seat of the pants...|