Carter's Water Garden


Sunday Reflections…

What a storm last night! the power went out around dark and shortly after a big storm hit ⛈ ⚡️ What a light show 😯 We were sleeping in a cabin with a tin roof… ie; We got some Good Sleep!

Ahhhh, Breakfast ❤️

“Here in the deep tangled forest
All is quiet and still,
While far to the west the thunder,
Re-echoes from hill to hill.

And the lightning’s flash, ever vivid,
In great gashes knives the air;
The rain comes down in torrents,
A deluge everywhere!

Bathing the heat-sick flowers
That they may bloom once more;
Painting the grass a greener hue,
That grows by our cabin door;”

~ James W. Whilt

Enjoy this day ❤️

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

Why do I get up earlier than any other day on my 1 day off… ? My eyes 👀 pop open on Sunday morning (usually around 4:30’ish) & I’m wide awake! BUT, I’ve already done all my chores and I’ve got time to do a little pickin before everyone else is up – So I got that goin for me 😊

  •  Watering ✅
  • Feeding my Koi ✅ 
  • Took out trash ✅
  • Chill on swing and do some picking 💥
  • Dont forget to publish your blog ✅

After the chores and things are done ✅ and before breakfast 🍳 I found some time to do a little picking. It’s gonna rain 🌧 so I got that goin for me too 😊

There is some rain coming, I can smell it in the air. I’m gonna enjoy that as well! 

“Whenever it rains, and its earthy scent — the petrichor — hits my senses, memories come flashing and I go back in time.”
  ~ Shon Mehta

 

Y’all have a great Sunday! 


 Mark C. 



Sunday Reflections…

Rainy Sunday morning. My wife rolled over and said “let’s just sleep in”… Perfect 👌🏻 Enjoy your Sunday 😊

Sometime a rainy morning is a good thing 😊

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

   ~ Sara Teasdale

 

Mark C.