|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.