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Sunday Reflections…

Did you see any shooting stars last night? Or early this morning? Guess what? We are in the peak of the Leonids Meteor Shower! 💥 Last night & luckily for you – Tonight, is the BEST time to see some! I read a bit about it to find out a few facts…

If your up, tonight is going to be the best night to see a “Shooting Star”! Between midnight and dawn is the best time… Good news, if you tough it out and see one, YOU get to make a wish 💫

The yearly ‘Leonids come from a Comet that orbits the sun every 33 years! The comets name is Temple/Tuttle. It won’t be back around to us until 2031… Pretty cool huh 😎

 

Leonids Over Us

“The sky is streaked with them
burning hole in black space —
like fireworks, someone says
all friendly in the dark chill
of Newcomb Hollow in November,
friends known only by voices.

We lie on the cold sand and it
embraces us, this beach
where locals never go in summer
and boast of their absence. Now
we lie eyes open to the flowers
of white ice that blaze over us

and seem to imprint directly
on our brains. I feel the earth,
rolling beneath as we face out
into the endlessness we usually
ignore. Past the evanescent
meteors, infinity pulls hard.”

~ Marge Piercy

 

Have a Great Sunday! And a great Sunday night viewing the Leonids! 💫

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

The leaves have been coming down like rain the last couple of days. It’s beautiful to watch. Add to that the 4 strait nights of freezing temps … November has made itself known 😊 Thanksgiving is coming!

Many trees are at peak color and the leaves are raining down when the wind blows…

 

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
    ~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

When we’re talking music, to me there’s nothing more powerful than a man and his guitar 🎸 singing  a meaningful tune. When you add the fact that the man is a true poet, magic can happen… This is my favorite version of this old tune, perfect for this Sunday Morning.

Enjoy your Sunday Morning 🌞

~ Mark C.

 



Sunday Reflections…

I was sipping my coffee waiting and watching the sun come up 🌞 when I thought ‘tomorrow is the last day of September’… Wow! I don’t know if it’s just me, but this entire year has just flown by! And it always seems to speed up more when we get to the holidays!

The Fall Color is Coming! 🍁 Taking a ride or walk to enjoy the Fall is one of the joys of the season.

I always try to really enjoy each season as they come, I just feel like there’s a need to slow this train down a bit 😊 I am ready for the color show that is to come 🍁 And looking around the last couple days, it’s already started… I’m gonna go for a ride in the country today for a prequel and take note of what’s happening. Fall is such a beautiful season!

“Spring comes with flowers, autumn with the moon, summer with the breeze, winter with snow. When idle concerns don’t fill your thoughts, that’s your best season.”

~ Wu-Men

Have a great Sunday,

 

~ Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

I got up early and came out to get a good view of the last Sunrise 🌞of Summer. Yes, today is the last official day of Summer 😮 Tomorrow is the Autumnal Equinox, the 1st official day of Fall…

It’s been a HOT summer! Cooler weather sounds great!

I Love Summer! I always mourn its passing… But, it’s been so Hot this year, the cooler weather is a welcome thing. Football, cookouts, fire pits, Fall color, frost on the pumpkin 🎃 Bring It On!

Here’s a link to more info on the 1st day of Fall  👇🏻

Fall Equinox – When Is the First Day of Fall? (2019)

 

“Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.”

~ John Donne, 1620

 

Have a great ‘Last day of Summer Sunday’!

 

~ Mark Carter



Sunday Reflections…

I was up early to drink coffee and enjoy these wonderful morning temperatures 😊 We were up late last night seeing over the latest Moonlight Pond Tour event. What a wonderful, beautiful night! The weather was perfect & so many people came through to look at the Gardens & Ponds.

It was such a perfect night for a Pond Tour! I just Love this Waterfall! ❤️

Jo and I spent the majority of the night at the nursery selling tickets and visiting with friends new and old. We saw lots of family’s young and old alike, just enjoying being outside in the garden, under the Harvest Moon 🌝 It made me think of this poem by Carl Sandburg-

“Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.
Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.”
   ~ Carl Sandburg

Thanks to everyone who participated and donated to the Jackson Animal Care Center! And a very special Thank You to the wonderful Homeowners who allowed us all to stroll through their Gardens in the Moonlight 🌕❤️

Have a Wonderful Sunday!

 

~ Mark Carter



Sunday Reflections…

I spent the evening rigging this little wall hanging display of history in my living room. My fathers side of the family goes back to the beginning with the old company town of Bemis. LOTS of history here. My dads side of the family processed and spun the cotton into thread. My mother’s side grew, chopped and picked the cotton.

This is an old Bemis cotton sack and an old scale. My grandma & great grandma we’re both original Bemis Cotton Mill families. Something about seeing the name gives me a feeling of history.

Now machines do everything that was once done by hand… Prep, plant, spray, pick, gin, spin, sew & go – All by machine now. We have come a long way in a short time! 🙏🏻

“When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;

It was down in Louisiana,
Just about a mile from Texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can’t pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.”

~ Credence Clearwater Revival

 

Have a Great Sunday!

 

~ Mark Carter