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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, November 27, 2017

Around me the trees stir...

 







"Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, 'Stay awhile.'
The light flows from their branches
And they call again, 'It's simple,' they say
'and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.'" 

Mary Oliver, "When I Am Among the Trees"



Cabin in the Woods
A Playhouse really
I am calling it my Shanty
Where a friend might come for tea
Maybe something like this... :~)




The Shanty
stitched into my sampler book





Web Stitch


"When you learn a craft, practice it.  That learning comes through the hands."

~Rumi, "A Basket of Fresh Bread"




Monday, November 6, 2017

Live Each Season...






Live each season as it passes.
Breathe the air, drink the drink,
Taste the fruit and resign yourself to the influences of each.

~Henry David Thoreau








And, oh so gladly, that's just what we are doing!