Clara's Corner: I GAVE MY WISTERIA A HAIRCUT.....

Thursday, July 24, 2008

I GAVE MY WISTERIA A HAIRCUT.....

Doesn't this look better? I worked all evening and it was well worth it!

Now I can get to my chair and I hear it calling my name this very moment. Tomorrow morning , at breakfast time, it will be calling my name again.

Whew!!!!!!! I'm glad that is finished!!!!!

5 comments:

Judy said...: My gosh, Clara, I bet you are exhausted. That was a lot of work you did there. It looks so much better and your little porch looks so inviting. Guess you have been "sprucing up" the place, too. I know you can't wait to get back out there and relax, read, have coffee, etc. Great job!; 7:30 PM
Patsy said...: I posted my Hat's today.I think you like hat's to.Can we see them.
Patsy; 8:07 PM
Cathy said...: Hello Clara
I'd say that's a job well done and you certainly deserve a rest now.

You'll be able to see what's going on all over the place without moving a muscle. Bet you are too tired to move anyway lol

Take care and enjoy your quiet time
Cathy; 11:41 PM
Anonymous said...: Gracious, that was quite a job! It looks lovely. I can see why you love to sit there and read--I can just imagine being there with a cool glass of lemonade, a little breeze caressing my face, and a favorite book. Aren't porches wonderful?; 10:05 AM
Jamie Dawn said...: I scrolled down to see the BEFORE pics.
You worked your fanny off!!!
I hope you relaxed and had some sweet tea after all that hard labor.

:-)

Your plants & trees look so good. You should be proud of yourself!; 10:08 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!