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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, April 25, 2017

Good Night, Moon...





Good night, Pond...


One of our children's favorite bedtime stories was Goodnight Moon, by Margaret Wise Brown and illustrated by Clement Hurd, which features a bunny saying "goodnight" to everything around:  "Goodnight room.  Goodnight moon.  Goodnight cow jumping over the moon.  Goodnight light, and the red balloon..."

The children sometimes liked to add some of their own favorite things to which they said, "Goodnight."  To this very day, many years later, I still think about those happy times and still enjoy saying "Goodnight" to some of my own favorite things...






Good night, Birds in the trees so tall...



Good night, Great White Heron...




Good night, Little Hummers...









Good night, "Moo-Moo Cows"...



And, Good night, My Sweet Millie...



Monday, April 17, 2017

Spring Roundup...





It was a week for rounding up the cattle here on our side of the mountain.  Of course, a camera is something one doesn't carry when doing such work, so this old picture will just have to do.  Maybe it wasn't exactly the same, but you get the idea... 

As expected, the Cowboy was at his best, doing what he loves to do.  There was only one evening that dark caught us and we had to use our headlamps to finish up. 
















He was dressed for the occasion, and quite frankly, seemed to like showing off his fancy jeans and chaps.  At least his legs were protected from mesquite thorns and such.  (Yes, I know we have watched too many old Western movies and read too much Zane Grey and Louis L'Amour.)

Of course, he had the best help ever...























who was just happy that her favorite Brown Heifer was among those that would be staying on here to take their places in the herd.





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And, here's the real Cowboy,a few years ago, with our first child.  Look at those cowboy boots ~looks as though there were a thousand miles on them...



Photo courtesy of cnfarm...Thanks! 




Monday, April 10, 2017

Spring Cleaning...






So many old books to dust...




So much more fun cleaning outside...





Happy Trails, and Happy Easter...



Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Spring Comes to Our Side of the Mountain...










Spring is coming fast to our side of the mountain.  Such a short time ago, a week would have come and gone, and there would have been only a scanty few pictures on my camera card.  But, it is oh-so-different now.  Why, all of these pictures, and more, were taken in only one day along the trail.

The first hummingbirds are here, only a few for now, but more will soon follow.  They usually come just ahead of the honeysuckle bloom, on which they gorge for days and days.  It seems store- bought sugar doesn't compare to the natural sweet nectar from the honeysuckle.  I have added a new one to my little garden ~~ Dropmore Scarlet Honeysuckle.  It already has a few blossoms.  I hope the little hummers like it.


   












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Yes, yes, I know this little one should have been finished by now, but...........

"I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree, and a butterfly flitted across the field,
And, all the leaves were calling me.
And, the wind went sighing over the land, tossing the grasses to and fro,
And, a rainbow held out its shining hand, so what could I do but laugh and go?"

It is spring you know, and I kind of have a bad case of spring fever. The fever seems especially bad (or good) this year.  Maybe, it is because last year I was almost cheated out of spring.  We won't be forgetting that, for sure!   

"It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you've got it, you want--oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!"   ~ Mark Twain

And, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!  (Even though, I have redone this little one's hair four times.  Clay hair is just not my thing.  I want a bit of a prim look, so paper mache seems to be my thing.  In this case I used cotton thread instead of paper, but I still want to try again with paper.) 

The doll is almost ready for paint, but it will have to wait, because our grand kiddos are here this week for spring break.  I wish I could have made their dollies a new dress for Easter.  Well, maybe I still can, but there's that brown bird in the apple tree (or is it blue?)!