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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..."

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Who Took My Glove?

Perhaps you could carry it back between your teeth or in your beak and place it on the Chip Butter Trail where you found it. It was one of a pair of favorite winter gloves - warm and soft.  It had to be there on the trail - just slipped out of my pocket where I had put it when I snapped a few pictures.  Once I discovered that it was missing and had retraced my steps back up the trail, across Upper Meadow, down to Little Walden Pond (Upper Pond), and back to Trail's End, you had already found  it.  Naughty you!

I have suspects, for I often see these critters as I walk the trail.  Let's line them all up and look each one in the eye...  Oh, but they all look so sweet and innocent, don't you think?

Suspect #1 - Calf - rambunctious and ornery        

Suspect #2 - Crow - pesky and ever-watchful

Suspect #3 -  Coyote -  wily and cunning 

Suspect #4 - Whitetail Deer - swift and fleet of foot

Suspect #5 - Ferrell hog -  tenacious and destructive 


Thursday, January 21, 2016

Baskets, Blankets, and Books...

If one should take a look around our home, it wouldn't take long to notice the Baskets Blankets, and Books.  Throughout the years, they have just gradually made their way in...one here, one there... until, now, there's quite a collection.

With my love for old woolen blankets of beautiful designs, it's no wonder that I fell hard for the old Indian Skookum dolls, for they really are all about the blankets in which they are wrapped.  And, I have never seen two of these dolls wearing blankets with the same colors and design.

For some time, I had been watching for an old blanket in which I could cut smaller blankets for the Skookum style dolls I enjoy making.  Recently I finally caught the bid for an old "cutter" blanket that I thought would work nicely.  Now, even though it is quite thread bare where it has been folded, has several holes here and there, and some frayed edges (which I rather like), I am wondering if I will ever have the courage to cut into this wonderful old blanket.  I wonder if I might, instead, with tiny stitches, over and under, save this beautiful old blanket...


Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Picture of the Year, 2015...

#1  ~ Ribbon of Blue

#2 ~ Relishing the Harvest

#3 ~ He's Not Heavy...

And, honorable mention....

Best Dressed...

There's always a picture just waiting to be found, and how I enjoy the hunt!  I click, click, and click when I am out and about.  The Mr. reminds me, jokingly, that I might run out of film.  How well I remember those days!

Many of the photos I take are not worthy of taking up space on the "chip", and end up in the recycle bin.  But, ever so often, there will be one that strikes my fancy and ends up saved into the picture file for that year.  And, then, there are times when I like so many that I have trouble deciding what to delete and what to keep.  

The new picture file for 2016 is set up now, so I am already out scouting for a great shot and hardly leave the house without my camera hanging around my neck.  But, before we get too far into the new year, we, at Chip Butter White Oak, have taken a look back and selected a few of our favorite photos from which we have chosen this year's "Picture of the Year."  It was not easy.

Of course, it was a given that among those chosen, there would be a stream of water, at least one cow, and an oak tree, for that's really what we are all about here.  Therefore, I was delighted that one of my dolls should be in the running again this year for Picture of the Year. This photo of Morning Star was just one of those impromptu shots that I snapped when planning how she would be dressed, and her clothing was only pinned in place.  I think the ragged edge on the blanket is what swayed the judges.... (Or possibly, because of the American Indian blood that flows in the Mr.'s veins! )

It is only fitting that "Ribbon of Blue" should be chosen as "Picture of the Year, 2015"  for, thanks to El Nino, or whatever, this small stream has seen flooding rains again and again.  Of course, as I always add, we are thankful.  Rain is a blessing!

Monday, January 4, 2016

A Beginning...

 To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of the arts.  Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour...

                                                                                             ~Henry David Thoreau