Clara's Corner: My Yard This Morning.....

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

My Yard This Morning.....

Look how my cucumber have started climbing up the tepee!! We got some much needed rain here yesterday evening and last night. PTL! Everything looks revived now!!! The sun is out and my clothes are drying on the line......a good day to be alive!

4 comments:

Marci said...: Everything looks lovely Clara!!! Sure would like to come over and sit and have some coffee together!!; 11:17 AM
dot said...: A pretty scene Clara! Cucumbers growing and clean clothes flapping in the breeze. What more could a person ask for!; 5:18 PM
Anonymous said...: Gladiolas and the clothes line remind me of my grandmother. Makes me sad that she is gone, but happy to think of her. She also grew Gerbera daisies. Do you have any of those?; 6:19 AM
Robin J. said...: Wow! Now I like those kinds of plants which give me satisfying nearly-immediate reaction!; 9:40 PM

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WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!