The Old Gardener by Emile Claus
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.
~ Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman, 1981
The Letter by James Tissot
When words escape, flowers speak.
~ Bruce W. Currie
I love this painting, not only for its portrayal of fall – the yellow leaves scattered around on the ground and the vines turning a bright orangey-red in the background but for the expression on the woman’s face. Is she hiding something from the man in the background, possibly her husband? Is she angry at him for something she found in the letter? Whatever the expression is saying, I think the relationship is dying just like the garden. But, like a garden, is there something alive, under the surface, that will awaken in a few months?