Clara's Corner: Weeping Cherry Trees.....

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Weeping Cherry Trees.....

Here are my three weeping Cherry Trees in full bloom. They line the side of my driveway. Bill bought me one each year for three years in a row...for my 57, 58, and 59th birthday. I keep them trimmed in the summer after they stop blooming. They are a sight to behold!!!!

5 comments:

Cathy said...: Clara they are just beautiful. Haven't they grown well

We are going into Autumn and things are losing their leaves so we have all that to look forward to in a few months time

Cant come soon enough for me:)

Take care
Cathy; 8:57 PM
Marci said...: What a neat idea for birthday gifts. I love them, they are gorgeous!!!; 11:12 PM
Rachel said...: They are lovely Clara!!

I enjoyed your visit to the farm pictures in the previous post too!; 8:02 PM
Scarlet said...: What beautiful trees! Wow, a sight for sore eyes.; 7:21 PM
Mountain Mama said...: Your weeping cherry's are just gorgeous! I have one but it is so sad looking. The trunk is so thin and it doesn't get many branches or blossoms. It's in a rather shaded place. Maybe I need to move it...; 1:29 PM

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!