The painting “Thanksgiving” by Doris Lee, an award-winning American painter, 1935, perfectly illustrates my great~grandmother’s old house in Cloverdale, California. It was many years ago. This is a retelling from my long-ago memories of childhood.
A very long time ago, in a land far far away, Linda, a beautiful blond city girl , who cares too much about fashion
and really doesn’t know what she’s getting into, marries a lucky cattle rancher, who doesn’t know either.
Some years later, as the lucky rancher leaves to check the cows one morning, he says to his wife as she is slowly rendering fat from a pig’s head…
“Safrano Roses at the Window” is perhaps my favorite for those delicious pink roses gathered within that luscious cacophony of the same pink in it’s many wonderful shades, both inside and outside the window!
“I see blue, I don’t see red anymore, nor yellow; this bothers me terribly because I know that these colors exist, because I know that there is red, yellow, a special green, a particular purple on my palette; I don’t see them anymore as I used to see them in the past, however I remember very well how it was like.”