Cypress trees are the sentinels of Tuscany.
When I lived in Paris, I dabbled in some oil painting. I wasn’t very accomplished, but I did manage to have some of my paintings displayed in a small gallery in our arrondissement or neighborhood in the City of Light.
One of my canvasses showed some rolling hills awash with a sunset’s glow in oranges, yellows and reds. Over in the right corner, stand the dark silhouettes of three cypress trees. I don’t have the painting any more, a dear friend bought it from me after my vernissage or gallery opening.
I never dreamed, then, that one day soon, we would be leaving Paris and moving to the real source of inspiration for the painting – Tuscany, Italy itself.
I can see the painting now – every day – in real life here in Arezzo. Those slim distinctive trees really do line the country streets and dot the hills in our adopted home.
I love them. They’re comforting to me in their iconic way.
And now that we are about to move to Ireland, I imagine them as silent watchmen – waiting for us to return.
P.S. What’s iconic about where you live? How do you feel about them?
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