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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, March 18, 2019

"Spring was moving in the air..."

 "The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.  First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms.  Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.  It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said "Brother!" and "O blow!" and also "Hang spring cleaning!" and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat...."   ~Kenneth Grahame

Spring Cleaning, the pantry...

Now, Mole pretty much describes the way I have been feeling lately. "...with its spirit of divine discontent and longing..."  I, too, want to be outside doing outside stuff.  Like digging and planting and pruning and chopping and, well... you know!

Suffolk Puffs and French Knots (Karen Ruane's "Ledgers...")

And, more French knots...

Class is going well.  I am almost caught up.  I look forward to learning much more from Karen Ruane.  It is a year long class, so there's still a long ways to go.  I took a small watercolor notebook apart and washed over each page with a very thin burnt umber wash.  I am just not a white on white kind of gal.  I did have a moment of panic when I thought I might not be able to get it back together again.  You know, kind of like, "Humpty Dumpty had a great fall....and all the king's men and all the king's women..." Ha, Ha, that's not the way it goes!  :~)

The Christmas dolls came calling yesterday.  There were new Easter frocks for both.  We had a fun time dressing the dolls up.  I have been giving the girls sewing lessons so that, hopefully, before long they can design and sew their own dolls' dresses.

A new spring frock for Kate...

And, one for Mae...

A few added details...

Sarah was a great help in fitting sessions.  She really wanted to keep this dress.  Bless her heart!  

 And, finally, here we are taking one last long look at the magnificent oaks before they become clothed in thousands and thousands of new bright green leaves.   I think these trees are especially beautiful in winter, as though they are spreading their arms wide for the whole world to see.

Thank you, Lord, for another day!  
And, another spring!