The finale:
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things.
It’s enough to drive one mad.
I have such a desire to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.
~Claude Monet
It’s enough to drive one mad.
I have such a desire to do everything,
my head is bursting with it.
~Claude Monet
A man, his house, his gardens, his art, his passion, his life, his loves, his sorrows–all are kept alive in a place called Giverny. Claude Monet lived for 43 years in his house at Giverny, and with a passion for gardening as well as for colours, he conceived and created his flower gardens and water gardens which in and of themselves are true works of art visited by 500,000 people each year. And without a doubt as one marvels at the floral compositions and nymphéas, his greatest sources of inspiration, one can still feel the atmosphere which reigned at the home of the Master of Impressionism.
Monet did not like organized or constrained gardens. Instead he married flowers according to their colours and left them to grow freely, and grow freely they have ever since. But always looking for mists and transparencies, Monet eventually dedicated himself less to the flowers than to reflections in water, which was a kind of inverted world transfigured by the element of liquidity.
As I said in an earlier post, it was over a 100 degrees fahrenheit the day we visited to Giverny, and since so little time was allotted for the tour we ended up having to find our way back to the bus-hot, tired, and hungry. But the biggest problem as it turned out was there were no signs pointing us to the distant lot where we had gotten off the bus. So we, like other lost souls, wandered for what seemed like forever in the unrelenting heat in a place where NO shade was to be found anywhere. At one point I leaned against a wooden post and told James I was about to fall down on the ground and perish from heat exhaustion. But I did add that it was okay because he could just bury me right there amidst all that beauty and I would die a happy woman.
**My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and gather lilies. ~Song of Songs 6:2 ✝
**My source for the information I included above was several articles I found on the Internet, and I found a few of the photos I used on Pinterest and the Internet.
Wow, Natalie. Beautiful or what!!
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Thanks, Cynthia. I was simply the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. 🙂 ❤
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Your passion for Monet and his art are fun to follow. I didn’t realize that he had such big and beautiful gardens. Looks like heaven! 🙂
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I think it was heaven, Brad! At least it sure looked like it. 🙂 ❤
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yay!
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Marvelous!
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 ❤
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I’ll let you tend the garden and I’ll take that kitchen 🙂
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Deal, only can I have some helpers??? And can we come in and eat your cooking??? 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Even with the heat there, I can tell you really loved it at Monet’s homestead.
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Indeed, I did, and if I ever get to go to Paris again, I will go back to Giverny. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Such happy colors!
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Oh, JoAnne, there were happy colors EVERYWHERE. It was just amazing! Thanks for the comment. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Beautiful photos
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Thank you, Raewyn! 🙂 ❤
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The right person in the right spot,no wonder you could bear up any weather discomfort …Hope,you’re keeping well,Natalie 🙂 Hugs,Doda 🙂 ❤ xxx
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I wasn’t sure I’d make it that day, but I did. Hugs to you too, Doda. 🙂 ❤ xoxo
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