Clara's Corner: FAREWELL TO FALL....

Monday, November 02, 2009

FAREWELL TO FALL....

I spent the week-end with Lisa and had to make one final picture of the beautiful colors. Click to make larger.

4 comments:

Judy said...: Beautiful fall picture. I have leaves up to my knees in my yard where we had wind all day this past weekend. I will start on them tomorrow.; 6:21 PM
Mountain Mama said...: Beautiful picture!
Our trees have lost most of their leaves and are looking like barren winter trees now and the ground is covered with yellow, orange and browns.
A week ago we had a hard wind and as I do each year I enjoyed watching out my big window as all the color came rushing by to go skittering acros the lawn.
However I just peeked out the window and see the neighbors weeping willows are holding on tight to their leaves. Stingy things they are! LOL; 1:35 PM
Diary From Africa said...: What a beautiful photo - what gorgeous colours - thanks for sharing it with us !; 4:40 AM
Rachel said...: Lovely photos of those beautiful fall leaves. They are falling so fast here.; 10:47 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!