“Flowering Garden in Spring” (1920, oil on canvas) by Henri Martin
“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.” ~ Iris Murdoch
The Bradford pears and Tulip trees are in full bloom, and I am reminded of the year I made mother’s day cards from photos I had taken of the trees in bloom—I was very pleased with how they had turned out, but my mother looked at hers and said, “What’s this?” Lex later told me that Mom had complained that I was too cheap to buy a card; Lex tried to explain to her that I had shot the photograph, worked with it on Photoshop, and had the print made. I had thought the gesture special. Oh well.
Anyway, I have to admit that when I was clearing out the thousands of cards in my mother’s drawers, I came across almost every card I had given her in the past decade and sometimes beyond, and the flimsy free homemade card I had made her was there.
Here. Have some flowers of spring:
“Petunias” (1925, oil on hardboard panel) by Georgia O’Keeffe
“Yellow Irises” (1901, oil on canvas) by Pablo Picasso
“Still Life with Pansies and Gladiolas” (nd, oil on canvas) by Arthur B. Carles
“Two Austrian Copper Roses III” (1957, oil on canvas laid down on board) by Georgia O’Keeffe
“Flowers by the Sea” (1965, oil on composition board) by Fairfield Porter
“Marsh Marigolds” (1906) by Wladyslaw Slewinski
“Black Will-o-the-Wisp” (date unknown, ink and wash) by Takato Yamamoto
“L’amandier en fleurs” (1947) by Pierre Bonnard
“Glass with Wild Flowers” (1890, oil on canvas) by Vincent van Gogh
“Pink Roses” (1890, oil on canvas) by Vincent van Gogh
“Les Roses” (1925-26, oil on canvas) by Claude Monet
“Flower Garden, Pansies” (1908, oil on canvas) by Emil Nolde
“Pink and Yellow Tree” (nd, oil on canvas) by Albert Henry Krehbiel
“Poppy Field” by Michael Creese (nd)
“Magnolien” (1945, oil on canvas) by Cuno Amiet
“The Poppy FIelds” (c1963) by Anne Redpath
“Spring Breeze” (1946, oil on canvas) by Otto Torsten Andersson
“Poppies and Grasses” (1914, oil on canvas) by Pierre Bonnard
“Wannsee Garden” (1923, oil on canvas) by Max Liebermann
“Apple Tree Blooming” aka “The Eternal Spring” (1908) by Maurice Denis
“Orchard with Blossoming Trees” (1888, oil on canvas) by Vincent van Gogh
“The Orchard” (nd, oil on canvas) by Robert William Vonnoh
“Les Dahlias” (1921, oil on canvas) by Tsuguhara Foujita
“Hyacinth” (1941, oil on board) by Chen Baoyi
“Bloomy Apple Garden” (1936) by Nikolay Bogdanov-Belsky
“Flowers on a Chair” (1958, oil on canvas) by Adrian Ryan
“Meadow” (1913, oil on canvas) by Mikko Oinonen
“Poppies and Violet Asters” (nd, watercolor) by Emil Nolde
“Paris Bouquet of Wild Flowers” (1923) by Pierre Bonnard
“Sunflowers” (1958-59, oil on board) by Peter Coker
Music by Mussorgsky, “Pictures at an Exhibition” (Promenade), performed by The Rotterdam Philharmonic Orchestra
“Lake George” (1922, oil on canvas) by Georgia O’Keeffe
Two for Tuesday: The Face of Memory
I came across the first poem whilst looking for poems about autumn. The second poem is one that I taught in my literature classes as an example of the importance of line breaks and decisions poets make when composing.
“Lake Superior Sketch III” (c1925) by Lawren Harris
This Morning
As I drive into town
the driver in front of me
runs a stop sign.
A pedestrian pulls down his cap.
A man comes out of his house
to sweep the steps.
Ordinariness
bright as raspberries.
I turn on the radio.
Somebody tells me
the day is sunny and warm.
A woman laughs
and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.
I had forgotten, I was happy, I maybe
was humming “You Are My Lucky Star,”
a song I may have invented.
Sometimes a red geranium, a dog,
a stone
will carry me away.
But not for long.
Some memory or another of her
catches up with me and stands
like an old nun behind a desk,
ruler in hand.
~ Jo McDougall
“Moonlight” (c1908, oil on canvasboard) by Arthur B. Carles
Yesterday
My friend says I was not a good son
you understand
I say yes I understand
he says I did not go
to see my parents very often you know
and I say yes I know
even when I was living in the same city he says
maybe I would go there once
a month or maybe even less
I say oh yes
he says the last time I went to see my father
I say the last time I saw my father
he says the last time I saw my father
he was asking me about my life
how I was making out and he
went into the next room
to get something to give me
oh I say
feeling again the cold
of my father’s hand the last time
he says and my father turned
in the doorway and saw me
look at my wristwatch and he
said you know I would like you to stay
and talk with me
oh yes I say
but if you are busy he said
I don’t want you to feel that you
have to
just because I’m here
I say nothing
he says my father
said maybe
you have important work you are doing
or maybe you should be seeing
somebody I don’t want to keep you
I look out the window
my friend is older than I am
he says and I told my father it was so
and I got up and left him then
you know
though there was nowhere I had to go
and nothing I had to do
