Oil on cardboard – 12 x 12 inch – Unique work

It is on a beautiful summer from another time, a beautiful calm and soothing day, a beautiful afternoon to remember, that a young mother whispers to her very young child:

Miller, you’re sleeping, your mill spins too quickly
Miller, you’re sleeping, your mill spins too strong.
Your mill, your mill spins too quickly,
Your mill, your mill spins too strong.
Your mill, your mill spins too quickly
Your mill, your mill spins too strong!

Miller, you’re sleeping, and the wind blows, blows
Miller, you’re sleeping, and the wind blows strong
The clouds, the clouds come quickly,
And the storm and the storm rolls strong!
The clouds, the clouds come quickly,
And the storm and the storm rolls strong!

The wind in the North ripped the canvas
Miller, you’re sleeping, your mill is actually dead!

The very young child then fell asleep in the arms of his mother, moved. She remembers these sweet moments of her own childhood, on a beautiful summer of another time, a beautiful calm and soothing day, a beautiful afternoon to remember.

How many young mothers today still rock their very young child on a beautiful summer from another time, a beautiful calm and soothing day, a beautiful afternoon to remember? We cannot say, but the mills are still there, among us, to remind us of those magnificent moments of a beautiful summer from another time, a beautiful calm and soothing day, a beautiful afternoon to remember.