Getting Up At 4 In The Morning,

Nothing In The Whole World Is Of Interest To Me But My Painting And My Flowers.

While Adding The Finishing Touches To A Painting Might Appear Insignificant, It Is Much Harder To Do Than One Might Suppose.

The Light Constantly Changes, And That Alters The Atmosphere And Beauty Of Things Every Minute.

Listening Only To My Instincts, I Discovered Superb Things.

My Garden Is A Slow Work, Pursued With Love And I Do Not Deny That I Am Proud Of It. Forty Years Ago, When I Established Myself Here, There Was Nothing But A Farmhouse And A Poor Orchard...i Bought The House And Little By Little I Enlarged And Organized It...i Dug, Planted Weeded, Myself; In The Evenings The Children Watered.