Oil Paintings “Hydrangeas in Blue Pot” and “White Hydrangeas from Garden” by Daniel S. Dahlstrom and “The Glory of the Garden” by Rudyard Kipling

"Hydrangeas in Blue Pot"
“Hydrangeas in Blue Pot” — Fine Art Oil Painting by Daniel S. Dahlstrom

I felt that Rudyard Kipling’s poem “The Glory of the Garden” would be a good choice to compliment the paintings–both were composed in our garden. “Hydrangeas in a Blue Pot” was painted plein air (in the open air or outside), and “White Hydrangeas from Garden” was a still life from our garden. This arrangement was put together on our deck, and easel set up right then and there, and the glory of our garden was captured on canvas.

Hydrangeas are popular in English gardens, but for a time (20th century) people felt that they were old-fashioned, but they are now back
in favor. We have always loved them in our Connecticut gardens. Great reminder of the gardens on Cape Cod–we talk about heading
out there so that Dan can paint the Cape. Hopefully, one of these days.

“The Glory of the Garden”
by Rudyard Kipling

Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues

With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.

For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,
You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all ;
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the tanks:
The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.

And there you’ll see the gardeners, the men and ‘prentice boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise;
For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.

And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:–”Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives

There’s not a pair of legs so thin, there’s not a head so thick,
There’s not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick.
But it can find some needful job that’s crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.

Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,
If it’s only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,
You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener’s work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hand and pray
For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it shall never pass away!
“White Hydrangeas from the Garden” an oil painting by Daniel S. Dahlstrom

Thought for Today:

Wishing you a good one!

Nancy (the blogger) and Dan (the artist)

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