|Claude Monet in the garden|
So, like any duly aggrieved wife, I work myself up, thinking "He doesn't care! He doesn't value what I've created! He doesn't even notice all I do." Sob.
He goes off on a Sunday to see the Monet exhibit at the Hartford Atheneum, leaving me to muck around in the mud cleaning up winter debris from the perennials. Sniff.
Then he comes back, spends a whole lot of time in his basement workshop, and after a week, presents me with his latest painting.
It is called "Laurrie in the Garden."
|Laurrie in the garden|
But I do see my garden and those are my trees and plants, and that is me, and he really notices and he really cares and he does see how beautiful it all is in a vivid and impressionistic way.
There are hearts in the sky for chrissake. Four of them. Sniff.