Carter’s Garden Blog


Sunday Reflections…

What a beautiful night we had last evening. We had our Luau party and the weather was just perfect 😊 So many wonderful people came and enjoyed a beautiful June evening in our Garden. The music was Awesome and the food was Great!

From prepping the food to greeting guest yesterday was filled with fun! The neatest reactions came from some of the kids😊 Kids LOVE nature!

Summer is just starting! But it will be gone in the blink of an eye 👁… I hope you can get out and enjoy the Summer season. In fact, let’s all make a point to do just that😊 Times flying by…

 

“Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Have a GREAT Sunday!

 

~ Mark Carter



Sunday Reflections…

Do you ever get so immersed in something, that time just disappears. This morning I grabbed my guitar 🎸 and sat down on the porch to watch the sky light up & started picking around on it, the next thing I knew, it was 8am… 2 1/2-3 hours were gone 🤔 It felt like 5 minutes… Where does that time go? And wouldn’t it be Awesome if we could go there on command… 😮

I found a moment of zen that last 3 hours…

“Do not speak to us of the greatness of poetry,
Of the torches wisping in the underground,

Of the structure of vaults upon a point of light.
There are no shadows in our sun,

Day is desire and night is sleep.
There are no shadows anywhere.

The earth, for us, is flat and bare.
There are no shadows. Poetry

Exceeding music must take the place
Of empty heaven and its hymns,

Ourselves in poetry must take their place,
Even in the chattering of your guitar.”

  ~ Wallace Stevens


Have a great Sunday!

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

Memorial Day is so much more than the beginning of the Summer season. It’s our time as a nation to reflect upon and honor the memory of the many soldiers & sailors who gave their lives in the service of our great country. We are literally standing on their shoulders… If not for their sacrifices, we would not have the freedom that we enjoy! We owe them everything…

Thank you! To all the men and women who gave all so we could have so much… 

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
        In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
        In Flanders fields.”
    ~ John McCrae

 

God Bless America!

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

Yesterday was so nice. The day began and ended around our water garden. The weather was almost perfect! Rain is forecast for today, but a garden needs rain to thrive… I’m thinking a nice Sunday nap may be in order 😊

“If it’s drama that you sigh for, plant a garden and you’ll get it. You will know the thrill of battle fighting foes that will beset it. If you long for entertainment and for pageantry most glowing, plant a garden and this summer spend your time with green things growing.”

   ~ Edward A. Guest

My Garden is my refuge.

Enjoy your Sunday 😊

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

I was sleeping like a log, until my wife let the dogs in…  Then both of them leapt on me with a flurry of licks 🐶 They are so happy 😀 Nobody loves you like your dog! When I count my blessings, they are always there. Sunday mornings are the best!

When my dogs pile on ya’, you come out well washed 😂

“I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be.

Today I sniffed
Many dog butts—I celebrate
By kissing your face.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I sound the alarm!
Garbage man—come to kill us all —
Look! Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Whiz on each bush. Hello, Spot—
Sniff this and weep.

I Hate my choke chain—
Look, world, they strangle me! Ack
Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot—no greater bliss—well,
Maybe catching cats.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you as much as I do.”

~ Anonymous

Have a wonderful Sunday!

 

Mark C.

 

 



Sunday Reflections…

When the hummingbirds are back around the nursery, it’s like magic to me. They have all the available flowers you can imagine, plus multiple feeders – They are in heaven too I think. I’ve been watching a few buzzing around this morning while I do my watering… It never gets old 😊

Hummingbirds are tough, tenacious little dudes! I ❤️ Hummingbirds!

This beautiful poem sums it up…

“When the hummingbird sinks it’s face into the trumpet vine, and the funnels

Of the blossoms and the tongue leaps out and throbs,

I am scorched to realize once again how many small, available things are in the world

That aren’t pieces of gold or power —- that nobody owns

Or could buy even for a hillside of money —- that just float about the world,

Or drift over the fields, or into the gardens, and into the tents of the vines, and how here I am

spending my time, as the saying goes, watching until the watching turns into feeling, so that I feel I am myself

A small bird with a terrible hunger, with a thin beak probing and dipping and a heart that races so fast

it is only a heart beat ahead of breaking—- and I am the hunger and assuagement, and also I am the leaves and the blossoms, and, like them, I am full of delight and shaking.”

~ Mary Oliver

 

Enjoy this beautiful day!

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

Cool, rainy, stormy night. More of the same today… Wonderful time to catch up on some rest! April showers bring, you know what 🌺🌼🌻😊 

I helped my Grandad transplant this azalea from an old home place over 30 years ago. Still blooms so beautifully in the Spring! It brightens a cloudy morning…

 

April Rain

The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.

The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
And in grey shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
For warmth towards the April sun,
One after one.

And between shower and shine hath birth
The rainbow’s evanescent glory;
Heaven’s light that breaks on mists of earth!
Frail symbol of our human story,
It flowers through showers where, looming hoary,
The rain-clouds flash with April mirth,
Like Life on earth.

    ~ Mathilde Blind

 

Peace,

 

Mark C.