The first time I laid eyes on this incredible English landscape painting, was in my hometown museum, I was smitten.
Depicting the ordinary, mundane chores of a gardener, at seasons end.
It reminded me of watching my grandfather, as he put his garden to rest after a successful growing season, piles of now-spent rhubarb leaves, and endless stacks of withered flowers.
I couldn't have been more than four years old at the time, but what an impression those days left on my early life.
A season ending, to begin again anew in just a few short months.
Evening_Brockham
Edward Wilkins Waite (14 April 1854 – 1924)
6 comments:
I love your words here. Such a beautiful memory. My grandfather was a good gardener too and my memories with him are tucked away in my heart. I love your blog and I have been missing, too much going on to mention. I hope you have a great weekend.
That's a lovely painting. You can really get a sense of season
A gorgeous painting. It makes you feel that you are right there, smelling the smoke from the fire and the indescribable fragrance of autumn.
Can well understand the profound impression this painting made one you...so many of us carry tender memories of
Grandparents who stewarded the soil and gave us an understanding of God's goodness and bounty. Thank you for today's message, Jo....
It is a remarkable painting. It has such great memories for you. I really like the style of painting and the scene is wonderful.
Love, love, love this.
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