LOVE IS THE REASON
Why do we do this…this is what we do…it is all about love!
# Brotherly LOVE
I met my brother in April of 1974. I loved him from the very first day I held him in my arms. We spent a lifetime - loving, supporting and keeping each other safe.
I will always love you my brother.
Aaron Lindstrom
Aaron Lindstrom -Director of Garden Affairs
It all begins with an idea. Nate and I loved sunflowers. Nate used to plant sunflowers in his garden, he was so excited to watch them grow…they are amazing flowers.
This is a photo of me in the 1970’s. standing under a giant sunflower in my families backyard.
Sunflowers symbolize adoration, loyalty and longevity. Much of the meaning of sunflowers stems from its namesake, the sun itself. ... Sunflowers are known for being “happy” flowers, making them the perfect gift to bring joy to someone's (or your) day.
🌻 "Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows. It's what the sunflowers do." ~ Helen Keller
Aaron Lindstrom
Contact me (212) 960-3840
Laurence Chetcuti -
Dirt Specialist / Soil Expert
Theme Song my name is Mud - Primus
My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is mud and it's always been
'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes
I make 'em shine, well most the time
'Cept today my feet are troddin' on by this friend of mine
Six foot two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is Mud - My name is Mud,
But call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie
That's long for Mud, so I've been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I'd drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months. Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tear
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud 🤣
Bob Peterlin - Fertilizer Spreader
Sounds are important. Sounds are beautiful: the sound of a baby’s first cry; the sound of that baby saying “Daddy” for the first time; the sound of a loved one saying, “I love you.”Sounds touch our soul. When I was a young boy, my dad brought home records, and I would try to imitate the sounds I heard as played them over and over again. That’s how I learned to love music. Music is the sound our soul makes when it laughs, cries, contemplates, and rages. After it is born, music needs to be cultivated so that it can become the life-giving and healing force for good for which it is intended. I consider myself a cultivator of that good force.