Clara's Corner: Flowers and Boat Motor

Friday, July 28, 2006

Flowers and Boat Motor

This is a flower bed at my back porch. Nevermind the boatmotor and the lawn mower wheel. Someone ask me the other day what the yellow flower is called. I couldn't think of the name and I told them it was Dylantin. That is a medicine!!! I thought of it later....It is Lantana. Oh Well....A Senior Moment!

5 comments:

Sandra said...: Hi Clara, you have a beautiful blog and what a great choice of colour! :o)

I'll check back to see what you're up to and I'm glad you liked the tea, Constant Comment.

Sandra; 5:30 PM
Moobear said...: Hi Clara
I love your blog, you are so much like me....down to earth! Although you have "senior moments", I have "brain farts", but in the end, they are the same.Keep the great post coming!
God Bless!; 9:30 AM
Teresa said...: Oh, Clara! I love your pictures and especially love how you don't fret about things like toes and boatmotors in the borders of them. I chuckled out loud and then realized what a blessing it was to me today. You feel much more real to me than so many other bloggers who only post perfect posts about perfect sounding lives. You bless me a thousand times over!; 1:41 AM
Tina Leigh said...: Oh Clara, I was laughing out loud before I finished reading your post!! As a nurse, I knew what your were talking about!!! I had to share it with my husband right off!! I hope you want mind but I will have to share it with a few nurse friends too!! Sounds just like something I would do or my husband!! LOL!!; 6:58 AM
Anonymous said...: Hi Clara, it's just Susie, hope you and your DH are doing good, we've been enjoying your blog and I try to check it every day or two. Love you, Susie; 4:40 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!