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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..."


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Farewell, Sweet October...





It was a rainy, rainy day here in the Ozarks, but even that couldn't take away
 from the beauty of this last day of our beloved October.



Millie and I managed our walk over the hill, but it wasn't to be  done
 without our getting wet ~ Millie more than me.
   
And, tomorrow while every tree and bush is still celebrating,
I will join with them and celebrate too, for tomorrow is
my birthday






Sunday, October 21, 2018

The Old Green Coat...








The old green wool coat is already hanging on its hook by the back door, after having been stored away for ever so long, or so it seemed.  It has been rainy and cold here in the Ozarks this week and the warmth of a winter coat have felt mighty good when Millie and I made our daily trek over the hill.  I was actually almost reluctant to put the coat on the first time, for it was so soft and clean when I took it out of its chest.  Last spring instead of dry cleaning the coat, I had washed it in the bath tub using a nice smelling shampoo and conditioner instead of detergent, and that smell still lingered, and the softness too.

  India Flint, in her book Second Skin, choosing and caring for textiles and clothing, writes on the subject of washing woolen clothing.  "I recommend avoiding dry cleaning at all costs.  Hand washing delicate garments is so much cleaner and simpler than having them sloshed about in solvents.  I find that a drop or two of shampoo is ideal for washing both wool and silk; these are protein fibres and display properties comparable to those of human hair."

"Wool can be washed in warm water provided that the temperature of washing and rinsing waters doesn't vary by more than 5 degrees C (9 degrees F).  If the garment is very dirty, immerse it in the water-bath and let it soak for a couple of hours which will save scrubbing.  (I did soak the old coat.) If the garment is made from wool, the best way to dry it is to lay it flat." (And, I did that, too.)








Stay close, Millie...


Of course, with the cooler weather, we have already started up the wood-burning stove.  Bringing in wood is a rather messy business, but the benefits of a warm fire far outweigh the small inconvenience of  sweeping up bits of wood chips and ash. As the old timers used to say, "Wood will warm you twice - once when it is chopped, and again when it is burned."




The first fire...



There was a day just three weeks ago that I walked the trail alone.  Millie was sick...very sick.  It was a dark, sad day for me; one I best not think about.   The following day we found out she had a tick-related illness and would need medication for three weeks.   Thankfully, she is almost back to her old happy self and is back to bounding over the trail with me every day.  So, for the sake of record keeping, the score is...  462 walks for me and 461 for Millie.  I hope I never have to walk that trail without her again.  It was a long walk, for sure.





The long walk...




Millie back on track...



I finally gave the doll some hair.  It now needs two or three coats of gesso, and then painted.  This cloth and clay doll also has a cloth over clay head which gives her a nice feel and provides some protection for the clay.  It too will get a coat or two of gesso before being painted.  She is wearing, for now, a dress that she borrowed from another doll.  You know, just to have her picture taken in.  I've done that, haven't  you?  (Thanks for once loaning me the sweater, Charlotte.)

However, for now, I must put this little girl away and get busy on the girls' Christmas dolls.  I promised them they would each have one  for Christmas.  But, it's just that I get so attached to each one as it comes to life, and I worry how I will handle letting them go.  But then, how could one be so selfish?   Well, no matter, I must get busy for Christmas is right around the corner, and those girls will have their Christmas dolls, the best  I can make (I hope!)







Gompf's Pond  ~ October 20, 2018



Wednesday, October 10, 2018

If you were a rock...






If you were a rock, would you rather be a rock among hundreds of others, sometimes wildly tossed here and there in the raging waters of an Ozark mountain stream?   Or would you prefer to live a more civilized life, along with a select few (forty-six in this case) arranged in a somewhat organized fashion to form a walkway in a lady's country garden?  (What fun to personify an ordinary creek rock! :~)










Ready for some planting...




The lucky (or unlucky) forty-six...






Looking through the Shanty's window...




Leading right to Millie's barn...