On the property where I grew up we had a triangular plot of land. It was here that we had a garden. Over the years it provided an assortment of fruit and vegetables, and a seasonal splash of colour, that came from a variety of flowers.
The Garden – Throwback Thursday
I love this – it makes me think of Dufy, the looseness and obvious affection for life. That it memorializes the place where you grew up is even nicer.
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Thanks so much. It was a special place, and to have a little piece of it in the form of a painting helps those memories stay alive.
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Dad enjoyed working in his gardens. I remember the beautiful flowers and the fresh vegetables . Dad’s favourite flowers were the roses.
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It was his pride and joy.
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