I Am Very Depressed And Deeply Disgusted

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.

One Can Do Something If One Can See And Understand It.

The Richness I Achieve Comes From Nature, The Source Of My Inspiration.

My Heart Is Forever In Giverny.

I Am Following Nature Without Being Able To Grasp Her, I Perhaps Owe Having Become A Painter To Flowers.