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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..."


Monday, May 22, 2017

If John Can Do It, I Can Do It...






Slow stitch by slow stitch...



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I have long been inspired by the work of this oh-so-talented wedding dress designer, who was featured  in an old 1990 Victoria Magazine, A Tribute to The Art of Dressmaking.   I often say, "If John can do it, I can do it."  :)))


John Burbidge calls them "les petites dames de mode." For the last 11 years, John, who recently retired as a wedding dress designer for Priscilla of Boston, has painstakingly crafted two or three mannequins a year.  Each is but 29 inches tall, marvelously and meticulously dressed.  "To do this kind of work, you have to be a little mad!" John says. 

                                                                ~Victoria Magazine, January 1990










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In the meantime, the Piney runs deep and wild, and I have a zillion blades of grass to cut...








Saturday, May 6, 2017

Rainy Days...





The rain seems to be over for now, but how the plant world must have loved those rainy days... Green, green, green...so many shades of green!  I've never claimed the color as one of my favorites, but in the great big wonderful outdoors, green can be a beautiful thing.




A porch is a nice thing to have on a rainy day...  Now if I only had a "cookie."






There's nothing quite like a long nap on a rainy day...




The pink abelia is beginning to bloom.  In previous years, the hummingbirds would have been all over these pretty trumpet-shaped blossoms.  This year, for some odd reason, there are only a handful of these little birds here.  I am puzzled about this... 



Rose-breasted grosbeaks


What could be nicer than visitors that are strikingly beautiful, and that sing an equally beautiful song?   ( I am enjoying the Audubon App. on my I-phone for identifying birds and for listening to their songs.  However, I still rely most on my National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Birds ~ Eastern Region.) 





The little garden, which must be protected on all sides from the white-tailed deer, is a mix of veggies and flowers.  The little plants are up from seed...even several red zinnias. :~) 






Thursday, May 4, 2017

The Call of the Whip-Poor-Will...




My grandparents and me...


A few days ago, I was excited to hear our first whip-poor-will of the season.  If I should make a list of all the things I love about spring, the list would be long, but at the very top, undoubtedly, would be the call of the whip-poor-will.  Every year at this time I feel just like having a party... a party like we once had long ago, when my grandmother made my favorite candy and placed it in a pretty dish on the dining table.  Then, in a flash, almost before my very eyes, it was gone!  My grandpa said the whip-poor-wills had taken it.  But, he quickly laughed, for he was only having a little fun with me.  Just as quickly as it disappeared, the candy was back on the table.   And, all the while the whip-poor-wills were singing a chorus just outside the windows, both near and far.  It was a magical time that I will never forget.

 And, maybe we will do just that this year ~ have a party!  We will pack our dinner and head to the Little Piney, which is near my grandparents' old home place.  There we will sit at water's edge and wait on the dusk...and the call of the whip-poor-will.