"Thatched Cottages at Cordeville" is one of my all time favorite paintings. I find it warm and inviting. I grew up in the country-- the REAL country. My neighbors raised cows. The family across the street properly rotated their fields, but it usually consisted of winter wheat, soy beans, wheat, corn, and fallow-straw for one year. My family had a smallish farm with a few hogs, chickens, two ponies, a horse, and other sundry animals. I remember picking our own berries and fruits. My house was the "original" house on the block. See, I live in Ohio which was set up within the Northwest Ordinance and each city in Ohio was originally set up (for the most part) 5x5 miles squared. The farms south of the main road (cutting it north and south) were large farms. The northwest quadrant (where I live) was set up to orchards and the northeast quadrant was to be smaller housing, some farms, but also the graveyard and other sundry buildings. So, in Ohio you see this pattern repeated regularly throughout the state (though, of course with time, much has shifted and changed, but the original patterns can still be seen easily from the air).
My home was built in 1878 and my parents still live there to this day (with substantial additions and remodelings). Years ago the large orchard which our house commanded was broken up and sold off piece-meal during the depression, but my home retained a small orchard, a grainery, a large barn and some property worthy of a large garden. I loved when summer would come and we'd go to my uncle's farm and pick strawberries, cherries, black & raspberries (nothing like these manufactured nonsense sold in grocery stores). On our farm it was a few apple treas, peach trees, walnut trees, and plum trees... and my absolute favorite: the concord great vines!!! Everybody hated those grapes, I absolutely adored them to this day (and can rarely find them). Only one, ancient, walnut tree survives to this day (who's fruits I painstakingly harvest for a ONCE a year walnut pie treat); the others having been sacrificed through the ages to various bon fires and home expansions.
Each fall my neighbor would bring us over a HUGE mountain of straw and put it down next to the barn. My brother and I would play in it for days. I remember climbing to the top and then dipping down into it only to squirm out the bottom off to one side... covered in hay, dust and dirt.
The painting "Thatched Cottages at Cordeville" reminds me of those days. The fact that it makes a rather impressive entry, some 25,0000 years into the future, in my favorite series of books ("The Dune Chronicles") only confirms this paintings importance to me.
~String