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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, August 14, 2017

The Garden ~ Back Then...




Adam. ~ back then...


The hardest thing about moving from our old farm house was leaving behind the garden.  Even though we would be living only about a half-mile away, I knew I wouldn't be able to care for the garden like I had in the past.   How many times had I slipped out of doors early in the morning, sometimes  still wearing my night gown, with the intention of only walking through the garden to see what at happened during the night, but could still be found there an hour or so later attending to some gardening chore that needed doing? 

And, who could blame me if I dilly dallied in the garden for a while?  It was always a garden full of birds, so early morning was a wonderful time to watch them, and to listen to their sweet songs.  The brown thrashers were regulars, year in, and year out, and what fun it always was to finally discover where they had built their nest.  I wonder if they still come...

It has been a dozen years since we moved, but I still go back to mow and clean along the rock paths that I once worked so hard to build from flat-like stones that I found along the little streams on the place.   A lot can change in twelve years.  The lilies, hostas, and other perennials  were the first to go, thanks to the white-tailed deer that soon claimed the gardens as their own.  The drought of 2012 took out a lot of the flowering shrubs and small trees.   I'll not be planting more there even though the bones of the garden are still there, and seem to be begging for it~Queen Anne's lace, butterfly bushes, daisies, foxglove.............. 



The Little Pond...

The little waterfall no longer flows into the little pond where Adam once fished, even though there were no fish.  The old stones, mottled  with lichens are just lovely now, I think. 



The Stones...




Stone Steps...

I can remember being particularly proud of the construction of these stone steps.  My older son wouldn't remember, (but I do)  that he helped me place the thick heavy stone that is the fourth one up.  There are a lot of memories to go with these old stones.



The Stone Path...


When Disney's "Lion King" was released in 1994, our older grandson began to call this large stone, "Pride Rock."  Pride Rock was always a favorite resting place for Nell. 




Nell and Pride Rock ~ Back then...



"Two Roads"...


I sometimes stop here and think of Robert Frosts' The Road Not Taken.  "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ~ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." 

I'm not sure, in this case, that one is less traveled than the other, but I always take the high road, and return by the low road.  Always...




Back Then ~ Granddaughter and me...





7 comments:

  1. It's still as lovely as ever! I remember the flowers growing among the rocks and the little pear tree. You've certainly done a lot of work, then and now! And now Adam is all grown up.

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  2. What beautiful gardens and walkways you create! I can see why you would love to spend time there. Thankful you have the photo's to enjoy and all your special memories of the days gone by. And all the beauty you have around you to spend time with today.

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  3. What a wonderful magical place. Full of love and treasured memories. Time there for a stroll or with a picnic basket and a camera would be time well spent.

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  4. I have not been reading here, long enough, to know why you moved... Or why this beloved old home area, is still vacant... But if you come back here, now and then, I would think it is not lived in, by anyone else.

    Much work done. Many memories made. To be able to re-live them, is a lovely reward.

    Luna Crone

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  5. You have great rocks there, and the garden seems to be doing all right with itself.

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  6. What a wonder to be able to re-visit you're earlier garden and ponder those precious memories. It amazes me how we can recall small details like placing a particular stone. Those are the sweet things in life. You did a lovely job and now that stone work still stands. I enjoyed reading your post and viewing all those photographs. Thanks so much for sharing.

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  7. Your garden was lovely. You can still see the bones of your garden and remember all the work and enjoyment you had there. Its also wonderful we can capture our memories in pictures too. Not everyone would have made such a pretty place and lavished so much love in it.

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