Apple Art
Today I received a message with a beautiful piece of art by Carl Larsson. I’ve always loved his work which seems so peaceful and idyllic. As there always are, I’m sure there were challenges in his life and that of his family, but viewing this painting brings a smile to my face.
The Apple Harvest, Carl Larsson (1903)
So, as we are just about to apple harvest season, here are a few more pieces of seasonal art that may bring a smile to your face, too!
Baby Reaching for an Apple, Mary Cassatt (1893)
Picking Apples, Konstantin Yuon, 1928
An Orchard at Harvest Time, Camille Corot (1860)
Apple Harvest in Normandy, Constant Troyon (1865)
Apple Gatherers, Camille Pissaro (1891)
Apple Harvest, Paul Serusier (1891)
An Apple Orchard, Francois Daubigny (c.1871-c.1878)
Apple Orchard, Boris Kustodiev (1918)
Apples and a Dogkeeper, Pyotr Konchalovsky (1939)
Amok Harvest, Jacek Yerka (1991)
The one above reminds me of the fiddle tune Harvest Home that I used to play when I toured and recorded with a Celtic folk group back in the 1980’s. I played hammered dulcimer and sang. What a fun memory today.
I love the treehouse. Some folks call my home “the treehouse” since it’s covered by a huge pepper tree and the deck hangs over like a Treehouse.
On another note, I made your favorite peach pie yesterday. Added a few cherries because they were sitting there on my counter wanting to be eaten.
We have more than pie in common, Amy. I lived in a “treehouse”, too and tell the story about it in Home Cooking. Enjoy that peach-cherry pie!
Thank you so much for the apple art. Very cool. Different times, same fruit.
Love all your recipes and stories, too.
Thank you so much, Penny! I’m coming round to the home stretch on recipe for book three and I will be so excited when I am able to share them with everyone. 😀
I loved this, all of it…paintings and video! Thank YOU!
Thank you so much, Judy. I’m so glad you are here and loved them.
Loved the continuity of harvest time throughout the centuries in many a country. I jumped up and danced with the Scottish dancers. And I smiled out loud at the tree house and wonderful assortment of instruments and implements, too – takes me back to the many Fall Harvest Bacchanals my group of (now leftover) hippie friends gathered to celebrate: good friends, lotsa food, drink, and music, music, music! Everyone brought an instrument: guitars, dulcimers, banjos, recorders, autoharps, lutes, sound boxes, washboards and even gut buckets and spoons. My old Martin guitar and I spent satisfying hours then, singing and dancing and enjoying the company of an eclectic bunch of talented people. Thanks for the memories, dear Kate.
You are so welcome! I pop over with a little treat for you in a bit, too. 🙂