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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, September 19, 2017

For the Glory of the Garden...

"Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray
For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away!"
~Rudyard Kipling

The motley bronze hues of this enchanting little creature seem to match perfectly with other old rusty iron pieces  found here and there in the garden.  I can't help admiring its handsome long legs and its fascinating coiled-like tongue (proboscis), through which it drinks. 

Well past its prime, this giant zinnia is still beautiful.  The California Giants have taught me to love pink in the garden again!    

Rust and Red... A nice look for a country garden, I think.

This year's garden, with its bright tapestry of colors, is fading fast and will soon be put to rest,  but "if the Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise,"  I will be out here again next spring..."upon my knees."


  1. I was doing the autumn tidy up in my garden yesterday Chip, and being ruthless as it is such a lot of work each autumn and I need to make it more user-friendly. Your garden, even as it fades, still looks beautiful and the butterflies are still attracted to your plantings. Lovely photos.

    Creaking to my feet here as I spent a lot of time on my knees yesterday - how Kipling was right!!

  2. Such a joy to visit today and enjoy your photographs. You have such a delightful garden, stunning.

  3. Love the pics, Chip. Funny you should use that expression. Someone used it just recently with me... "God willing... and the creeks don't rise".

  4. I do look forward to your posts. This one too is beautiful. The rust and the red. Oh, I love it all!

  5. Zinnias just never disappoint do they! You know I love rusty and old in the flower garden!

  6. A lovely garden post, and with just the right reverence.

  7. pretty flowers, even on their way out. I enjoy working in what little flower spot I have. Some folks around here have such pretty flowers and yards, just like yours. Flower gardens are wonderful and everybody enjoys them so much, and enjoy seeing the old wagons or wheelbarrows and such.

  8. Fine photo of the winged fellow--those are hard to get.

  9. Love all your photos they're so bright and wonderful. The painted ladies and the skipper compliment your flowers beautifully.

  10. Wow, is what I first thought when I saw these beautiful flowers. You really captured such detail in that little winged moth. The colors are stunning.
    The poem by Kipling is lovely and Lord willing I look forward to what spring will hold next year.

  11. Love what you can do with your camera. You take the best pictures. Your garden is still so pretty. Today on the first day of Fall we had some hail with some rain. Rain expected all weekend and temperatures in the 50's during the day and 40's in the evenings. Summer was like no other. I wonder what Fall will bring our way.

  12. Just curious...you said you were thinking of making a little quilt? I hope you are still planning on doing so. I would love to see!

  13. The glory of the garden indeed! It is beautiful! First time visitor and I enjoyed reading the story of your nickname! I hope my grandchildren will have such good memories of me ... and I will listen carefully the next time I hear a whiporwill (which may be awhile, I don’t think we have any here). I noticed your header quote, which says pretty much the same thing the one on my blog does! A good philosophy!