It was around twenty years ago that I visited the famous garden of Monet, the Impressionist artist, at Giverny in France. I went with a friend as part of a short coach holiday that we both thoroughly enjoyed. But Monet’s Garden was the undoubted highlight of the trip. It was August and the lilies in the water garden area were in full bloom, while outside the house across the road the flower beds were a riot of colour. We both said we wanted to visit again at different times of the year.
I haven’t made it yet, and it’s looking less and less likely that I will. But yesterday I received an email with this photo of those water gardens with just a few lily buds beginning to show colour. My friend was there again, this time with the husband not yet in the picture all those years ago. I am envious, but grateful that she thought of me while she was there and was thoughtful enough to communicate that with me.
I don’t believe she will mind me sharing her photo of the place from which so much inspiration was drawn, producing paintings revered the world over. I have some old photos of it somewhere myself, but I'm not sure where to put my hands on them.