Saturday, May 28, 2005
We took Great Uncle Louis and the rest of the oldies to see Monet's garden at Giverny today. Driving through the French countryside west of Paris, we came upon this little corner of a foreign field that is forever Nature's.
Monet's garden is very popular, full of tourists of every stripe. The flower beds are a blaze of colour, beds of irises laid out in swathes like flags.
There is something very suspect about gardens. In gardens man tries to reproduce and improve nature. Gardens tend to be a perfectly civilised Utopia where the poets (the weeds) are kept out.
Just look at those poppies and cornflowers struggling for survival on the edge of an enormous field of wheat. Did you ever see anything so beautiful?