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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, November 27, 2016

Falling Leaves...







Falling Leaves and Young Son (my latest Little People project...more later)  

"Let's go."  Millie knows these words well, and was excited to hear them when our last Thanksgiving guest had come and gone.  So, " Go", we did!

The whole outdoors had been glorious with brilliant color all week, even this late into November. It had taken some discipline, on my part, to stay focused on cooking and cleaning for most of the week while right outside my back door there was so much to see and do.

As we wandered along our woodland trail, which is now covered in a deep carpet of colorful leaves, I couldn't help but wonder about those who might have trod these same paths on some other long ago Thanksgiving Day. I want to think that they had a fine feast, too!























Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Warm Fire...





It was a chilly morning here in the Ozarks, following the first, at our house, of the extra-blanket nights, for fall has come late this year.  We enjoyed our breakfast beside a toasty warm fire in the wood-burning stove.  I think Ten Bears in the movie, Dances With Wolves, had it about right.  Talking of simple pleasures before a good fire may be better than anything.


With Ten Bears, it was always more than a while.  There was purpose in everything he did, and I knew he wanted me to stay.  But I was sure of myself.  I would be an excuse and that's all the Army would need to find this place.  I pushed him as far as I could to move the camp.  But in the end, he only smiled and talked of simple pleasures.  He reminded me that at his age, a good fire was better than anything.  Ten Bears was an extraordinary man.
                                                                                           (Dances With Wolves ~ John Dunbar)

                                                          
Ten Bears portrayed by a "Bully-Good Indian" from my Skookum collection





Sunday, November 13, 2016

Full Moon Rising...










Supermoon, November 14, 2016  ~  According to NASA scientists, this supermoon is the biggest and brightest in almost 70 years.  We won't see another supermoon like this until 2034, so it surely is worth taking a good look.

A supermoon occurs when the moon becomes full on the same day as the perigee, the point in the moon's orbit when it is closest to the earth.  Supermoons generally appear to be 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full moons. According to NASA,this month's supermoon "becomes full within about two hours of perigee--arguably making it an extra-super moon."

In America, the November full moon is known as a "Beaver Moon," because it arrives at the time of year when fur trappers would hunt the dam-building animals.