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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, February 12, 2018

What's on your February Calendar?

The sky appears broader now than it did.
The day has opened its eyelids wider.
The lengthening of the days, commenced a good while ago,
is a kind of forerunner of spring.

~Thoreau's Journal, Feb. 19, 1852

I really love the dolls at this stage - clay and pencil marks.  I am anxious to finish this one.  I am calling her Annalee.

The "She-Shed," as I am now calling her, is waiting on warmer days, so we can put insulation in her walls.  What we will use over that, I am not sure.  I am anxious to get moved it!  Dan is happy that the hummingbirds will be on this front porch, this year, instead of on his.

What a joy this little "shelter" dog is.  The cold, wet days of winter haven't slowed us down!  :~/  We are on walk number 219.