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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..."


Thursday, November 29, 2018

There was really nothing exceptional about the day... Or was there?




  The reflections were oh-so-wonderful on the pond.


 And,  the sun set so beautifully in the warmth of a late November evening.



  Millie even waded into the pond just because...



  It was a pleasant day for outdoor work.



 And, my 502nd consecutive walk over the trail couldn't have been better.


And, last, but by no means least, I finally finished sculpting the Christmas dolls!  It's surely turning out to be a race against time.

 

Monday, November 12, 2018

November is all about the...



Leaves...














Leaves and more leaves, everywhere we walk...maple, sycamore, sweet gum, elm, and oak...

Just perfect for making leaf prints on cloth.
Lay them flat, then roll
and bind tightly around a stick.
Cook.