It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
This post is inspired by ED -Doc Around the Clock's most recent web site post in which he displays some wonderful paintings he has done. Go check them out. He is on my sidebar links.
We are once again having some more cold, wet and dreary weather. So, in keeping with my longing desire for some seasonably warm spring weather, I thought I would put up these copies of Monet's works. :)
Printemps ~Claude Monet
Springtime - I love the pink blossoms on our weeping cherry tree along with all the pretty sunshine yellow forsythia bushes dotting the neighbor hood. We are still waiting for the apple tree to blossom. The leaves are becoming noticeable on the trees and bushes. The lilies have pushed through the ground and the grass is so green that it looks like England or Ireland. (Check out the pics on Little Blue Petal - also on my sidebar) Pretty soon the mountains will all be covered in green and the rocks will be hidden by the tree foliage. (I do love looking at the bare mountains - that is a fun fall-winter thing)
Water Lilies with Clouds ~Claude Monet
This pic is similar to a print of one of Monet's "Water Lilies" sans clouds that I have on the lower half of my refrigerator. It was one of the Monet prints given to me by a dear friend, my mentor who has been in hospice for 10 months now. I will post about her in the future and why I believe she is one of the key people that God has placed in my life.
You know, the kind of friend who awakens things within you that even you didn't know existed with in yourself. One who teaches, inspires and at times stretches you to your limits. A friend who miraculously shows up or calls just when you are feeling at your lowest, as though she had some cosmic sense of your distress - no doubt God inspired. The kind of friend who forgives you 70x7 no matter how many times you have let her down and still believes in you and that your friendship will transcend time and space lasting throughout eternity. A friend who you can tell your inner most secrets to and you know she will never under any circumstances reveal to anyone at anytime what you have confided. Someone that gets your humor - even when it is joking about her dying - because you both know if you don't laugh, you will cry...and sometimes you cry anyway. Someday, I will tell you about my dear friend, my mentor.
I love that when I turn around from my kitchen sink that I see this large "Water Lilies" print because it reminds me of the little pond out in the back. This time of year when it is sunny, you can see the water sparkling amidst the wind blown ripples. The warmer weather will cause it to fill up with the marsh plants and we will soon hear the large bull frogs joining in with the chorus of crickets, cicadas and later the locusts. This little pond is occasionally visited by one lone crane and sometimes a pair of ducks. The kids frolicked endlessly by the water's edge as they were growing up, catching fish, turtles and frogs and getting muddy - proof of their spring/summer fun.
And I think of my friend. :)
Jardin a Giverny ~Claude Monet
Jardin - garden. I don't know why, but jardin is one of my favorite French words to say. I guess because I love the sound of it - it sounds so beautiful to me. Yes, like dancing at the computer to the tropical tune in the previous post, I am repeating the word - jardin- while sitting here, just because I can. While I think all languages are intriguing I think the French language is the most beautiful.
Soon, my husband will be planting zinnias, sun flowers and vegetables. We will have other flowers to. The really tall sun flowers are one of my favorites because they remind me of tall, happy people. :) I love to look up at them, seeing their beautiful yellow heads contrasting a blue sky and I am fascinated with how they turn to follow the sun all day. My absolute favorite flower? Roses!
Admittedly, I am biased - but our little Devan Cosette (5 yrs old) is quite the artist and no doubt has mommy's talent and artistic abilities. Move over Monet - here comes Devan Cosette. :)