Piecing together porch planters

My brother took the idea I had and he and Steven put together one of the front porch planters today. He cut the side slats first so I could stain and paint them. I bought 15×15 plastic plant pots to set into the planter. Here are a few pictures of us putting one together today. I still have to stain the top and feet. When I put the other three together I will take pictures and a tutorial on how we did it. Everything but the plastic liners was leftover stuff from other projects. I paid $24 for the liners at Home Depot. The side slats came from when we had to cut porch boards down to match the existing porch board size. The other pieces are left from misc. projects. The paints, stains and wood screws were leftover too.







***Update: sorry the pics are posted in reverse order. I am still trying to figure out the iPhone WordPress app. Anyway, here is our one finished planter installed on the front porch. It looked huge on the back porch, but it looks tiny on the front!






What does “home” mean to you?

Ok…school was cancelled Thursday due to the ice and snow. Today, the high is 74 degrees. What gives? Even though we have strange weather here in Louisiana, I still would not trade living in this state for any other. I have to admit that Louisiana is not the greatest state or the forerunner of anything (that I know of), but it is the only “home” that I have ever really known. I have often pondered moving to other states. I prefer warm climates, so living up North would be out. If I ever decide to move, it would definitely have to be somewhere in the South. What Louisiana lacks in mountain views and stable weather, it makes up in hospitality and good ole “caj’on” eating.

To me, “home” is hot summers with the promise of popsicles, rainy days with possible flash floods, a winter that only lasts 2 months, wearing flip flops from March to October (you probably could wear them in November too, but I have not been able to bring myself to do it…yet) and southern hospitality where everyone you run in to asks “howya mama and dem?” So, tell me, what does “home” mean to you?