Carter’s Garden Blog


Sunday Reflections…

We have been working at our Nursery/Garden Center and Pond business now for 31 years (started in 1989). I have always wanted a nice gift shop inside the Garden Center for people to explore and find the perfect, unique gifts. A mix of country chic, bohemian style and garden deco… But now, I don’t have to keep looking 👀 Over the past few weeks my wife, her best friend Honey, Ann and a few strong backs to move things around for them have put together what may be the perfect Country Boutique.

T-shirts, Ombré’s, Boots, Pillows, Soaps, Scents, Candles

I’m very proud of the little garden/gift shop that they have worked so hard to put together and stock up. Last night I sat on the porch and wrote a little poem for Jo about the Little Garden Shop’…

Our little garden shop.

“The little garden shop.  So simple and so fine. Butterflies & hummingbirds feeding on the vines. Koi swim round the waterfall, such Color and oh the sound.  Scents, clothes and candles, overflowing to the ground. Enter through the sliding door, your a welcome guest for sure. Our clients are the very best,  and they keep coming back for more.

~ Me 😊

Now, I gotta fix a very special breakfast for my gal 🍳 🥞 😊

Have a wonderful Sunday!  


Mark Carter



Sunday Reflections…

Windy, rainy days in early Fall make me so sleepy… I have hardly been able to keep my eyes 👀 open the last few days… 😴 I’ll be glad when the sun ☀️ pops back out!
On a positive note, the color change is happening now and it’s gonna be a beautiful show!



“Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden, yes, to golden!

Autumn has come, but never fear,
Wait but a little while yet,
Spring will be here, the skies will clear,
And fields stand deep in violets.

The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!”
–   Theodor Storm,  
A Song in October 

 

Now it’s back inside for breakfast 🥞

Have a great Sunday!

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

52 degrees this morning! We are 2 days from the Autumnal Equinox and it feels like an October morning 🍁 I’m just going to sit here and enjoy this feeling and get my mind to switch gears… Fall is here! 

The sun is rising on a new season. I’m putting away my summer thoughts and taking on Fall…



“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love—that makes life and nature harmonize.”

 ~ George Eliot 


Have a wonderful Sunday and a beautiful week ahead! 🌞


Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Sipping coffee looking at the water, trying to enjoy every moment of Summertime. It’s here & its gone… This is one of my favorite old Summer songs by one of the best flat top pickers that ever picked up a guitar 🎸 

Summertime and the living’ is easy…



“Summertime
And the living is easy
Fish are jumpin’
And the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy’s rich
And your mama’s good lookin’
So hush little baby now
don’t you cry

One of these mornin’s
You’re gonna rise up singin’
Then you’ll spread your wings
And take to the sky

But til that mornin’
Ain’t nothin’ can harm you
With your daddy
And your mammy
standin’ by.”

   ~ George Gershwin & Dubose Heyward

Enjoy your Summer Sunday 🌞

Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Tending my own garden as the sun comes up on A perfect Sunday morning… It don’t get much better than that 😊 There is something magical and healing in your garden, but you have to spend time there to find it… You have to sweat and toil and you have to sit down within, cool off and relax… Keep it up at all costs! 

One of my places to sit “within my garden” is on my porch garden. All potted annuals and perennials, hanging baskets & vines. It creates a shady little nook with comfortable seating 😊 and a fan to boot. Down the steps on both ends lie my tomatoes, peppers, herbs and more. It’s not a hobby for me. It’s a lifestyle… Have a great Sunday!



“How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate.
My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate.
Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over.
The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover.

Honeysuckle and jasmine giving off its sweet perfume.
Pretty lilies open wide, rose bushes in full bloom.
In summer they stand tall and proud as the buds turn into flowers.
I sit and watch as they all flourish and while away the hours.

I see the little fledglings nesting high up in the trees.
Bees in and out the bushes with their variegated leaves,
Where they gather all the pollen, then soar into the sky.
They’re heading home at speed, returning to the hive.

The melody of the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze
Interwoven with gossamer cobwebs, at night the spider weaves.
The sunshine sparkles on the pond where the water lilies grow.
Golden fish and tadpoles swimming safely down below.

It’s all so very peaceful relaxing in the sun
Where the butterflies flutter by having so much fun.
The sun goes down and darkness falls, the moon is big and bold,
Where all that live in the garden have a story to be told.

The little gnomes are watching the pixies and the sprites
Dancing by the wishing well, aglow with fairy lights.
I can sit here contemplating until it’s very late
In this magical piece of paradise, inside my garden gate”

    ~ Susan C Walkinshaw-Kelly

Have a wonderful Sunday! 🙏🏻❤️

 Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Went to bed late, and was up in time for the sunrise 🌅 What a wonderful 4th of July celebration! Now it’s off to breakfast 🥞 🍳 And then a nap 😴 😊 

God Bless America! 🇺🇸

What a beautiful evening to celebrate America! Great fireworks by Bob Keast and his Birdsong crew! God Bless America! 🇺🇸

 

“By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
   Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
   And fired the shot heard round the world.
 
The foe long since in silence slept;
   Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
   Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
 
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
   We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
   When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
 
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
   To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
   The shaft we raise to them and thee.”
 
   ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson 



  Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

I was thinking about my dad just now… What would I have done without him? What would my son have done without me? Dads are one of, if not THE most important figure in a boys life! Thank God for Dad! 

I was always hanging around my Dad, even at the Fire station. He taught me how to be a man. Now I have a son of my own. With my Dads help ❤️ He has turned out well too 😊



“A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed, and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society.”

   ~ Billy Graham

Happy Fathers Day to all the ‘Dads’ out there…

Have a GREAT Fathers Day! I’m going to lunch with my dad and my son to celebrate 🎉  


PS: Enjoy the socks and ties 😉

 

 Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Sunday morning report –

The garden is growing like gangbusters! Vegetables as well as flowers 🌺 As the days get longer and longer it’s tough for me to ever actually make it in the house 😊 But, as soon as I get in there in the a/c… sleep comes quickly. I Love ❤️ it! 

I’m enjoying my hanging baskets and flowers 🌺 this season! I’ve created a “plant wall” of sorts to give me more shade and more privacy. I ❤️ It!

I’m enjoying the quiet sunrise all by my little lonesome 😊 But here in a few, I’m gonna fix breakfast for everyone… Then, I’m gonna spend the rest of the morning finishing up my planting! Boy how I love Sunday gardening! 

“What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.”

     ~ Gertrude Jekyll


Have a great Sunday! 

 Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Bad storm last night! Tornado sirens, heavy winds, hail, lightning, thunder, etc, etc… Scary! 
But this morning – Beautiful sunrise! Calm winds, the birds 🐦 are singing! Gorgeous! 

Up with the sun! It’s time to get outside & see what’s happening in the garden. Spring is Here! The whole world is coming to life!

I guess my point on this beautiful Sunday morning is – When this storm ⛈ (Coronavirus) gets past us, we are in for something nice! We just have to ride it out… The Calm after the storm … 

I’m approaching everyday one step at a time! Today’s plan –

  •  Breakfast 🥞 
  • Work on my Container Garden
  • Shower
  • Nap!
  • Fire up Grill
  • Eat
  •  Guitar 🎸 
  • Early to Bed! 

“I am tired, I am worn
For this is the calm after the storm
Heart beat ceases to race
Everything seems to fall into place
Take comfort in cycles and patterns,
Separate the insignificant from what matters
History repeats itself they say,
The universe works in funny ways
So push thoughts of growing older,
Of growing colder, of forgetting to be bolder
To the back of my mind
Shelved away somewhere difficult to find
And think instead of stories that turn out okay
Think of the sound of waves and rainy days
For I am slowly breathing
Almost sleeping
Nearly dreaming
Simply being.“

   ~ Rachel

Mark Carter



Sunday Reflections…

It cooled off a bit over night & it’s noticeable this morning. But the grey sky is supposed to give way later today and we will have some sun  ☀️ Signs of Spring are everywhere! I’m gonna finish my coffee and make breakfast! Then, a nap 😴 & some Football 🏈! Did I mention that I love January 😊

Emerging flowers whisperer Spring is Coming 🌼

“January is the quietest month in the garden…  But just because it looks quiet doesn’t mean that nothing is happening. The soil, open to the sky, absorbs the pure rainfall while microorganisms convert tilled-under fodder into usable nutrients for the next crop of plants. The feasting earthworms tunnel along, aerating the soil and preparing it to welcome the seeds and bare roots to come.”

~ Rosalie Muller Wright

Have a wonderful Sunday! Spring is Coming!

PS; Go Packers!

~ Mark Carter