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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..."


Friday, May 31, 2019

May 2019





The Shanty Garden in May....  I have been pleasantly surprised at how well the garden is doing this first year. 
 Clay doesn't make for the best garden, so I really need to gear up and make a lot of compost for future years.  

Looking through a Shanty window...  Finally the little birds are beginning to share the feeders on the new little shed. 
 We had some mighty big wars out here for awhile.  



Seven ports, seven birds...  We are getting more of these little Ruby's each year.  I am noticing lots of really small ones now. 
  I think they must be the first of this year's young ones.  They should be fat for their parents have had the best forage
 possible...lots and lots of sweet, sweet honeysuckle.   

An old, old, prim, with glass in the doors for the unfinished Shanty...  This old piece hasn't been very well cared for,
 but with a good coat or two of bees wax, I think it will be just perfect here.  

And, another cabinet with screen wire in the doors.  I love the little round openings covered with wire...  
Can't you just imagine this one filled with freshly baked pies?  





Web Stitch, chain stitch, and French knots.  And more under the overlay...  

Sewing on paper.  And, to think I called this year, "My year of cloth."  Here I am sewing on paper...

Today marked 691 walks over the trail  without a miss...   Yay for Millie and me! 
 (I couldn't do this by myself! Millie is my inspiration to get up and go.)