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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..."


Saturday, March 31, 2018

How Green Is Our Valley...




How green is our valley*...
One  day it wasn't and the next day, it was,
or so it seemed...



"...when the red buds were ablaze in the valley and the sarvus blooms
painted the steep hills white..."
                    






And, now, just in time for Easter,
the Dogwoods along the trail are beginning to bloom...



And, the first Ruby-throated Hummingbirds
just got into town... (or, at least to The Shanty's little front porch)




*During TCM's Oscar month (February) we set the DVR to record some old classic movies that were former Oscar winners.  One of those was  a 1941 film, "How Green Was My Valley," the story of a proud family of Welsh coal miners whose lives were drastically changed by both social and economic changes.  Many years ago, I had read and enjoyed the 1939 novel by Richard Llewellyn.  

One of our favorites, thus far, has been "Captains Courageous, 1937, from Rudyard Kipling's novel, starring Spencer Tracy and Freddie Bartholomew.  "They" surely don't make 'em like they used to...



Monday, March 19, 2018

Two Houses For Millie...






Hopefully, these pretty little song birds are watching overhead for the sparrow hawk 
that's been hanging around.  A couple of days ago, right before my eyes, one of the loveliest of lovely cardinals was carried away by a hungry hawk.  And, this is all that was left of that beautiful bird.  I know it's nature's way, but ... 

I can't help but think that perhaps
it isn't a good thing to feed the birds.  It's not nature's way, for sure!  And, we all know, "You can't fool Mother Nature." 








It seems the Cowboy-Around-Here has talents aside from just herding cattle.  He's a pretty fair carpenter when he has a mind to be, and, in this case, Millie's quite glad he is.  She's now the proud owner of not just one new doggy house, but two...one for the porch and one for her small outdoor kennel, in which she stays when no one's home.  We all thought the little wooden awning above the door of the kennel house was pretty special.






Saturday, March 10, 2018

The Keeper of the Needles...




 For ever so long, I have kept my needles in an old piece of frayed flour sacking that my mother gave me.  It's sturdy enough to hold the needles firmly, but soft to the touch.  Recently, I began to think I should sew it into a little cloth needle book, so I finally got it done.  The front is needle-turned applique inspired by Janet Bolton's work.  The cover and inside lining is made from black walnut dyed sacking and muslin.  I would like to think that I will never lose another needle...




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 Otherwise...



There's been lots of rain...


The grasses are beginning to grow...



Baby calves are being born...


And, Millie and I are out and about everyday... 
Today was our 245th consecutive walk, and the day's length will be 11 hours and 47 minutes.  

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The year's at the spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hillside's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven~
All's right with the world!"

~Robert Browning (1812~1889)




Thursday, March 1, 2018

March...










What a beautiful start to a new month.

Yay for the frogs!
What a chorus they are singing!