The Drover’s Wife

The Drover’s Wife

Written assignment

My story of the painting:

“Bye, Emma! I will be home soon. Take care, darling”, my dear husband says, as he is kissing my cheek and grabs the lunch I have made for him. “Bye bye father!” our little boy shouts. He is running about in the garden. Letting his imagination go wild, he climbs up the apple tree to his look-out. As I sit out in the garden, enjoying the sight of him, my mind starts daydreaming about the time in the outback. The hardship and loneliness in the Australian bushes. Those two years felt like a nightmare, and I still remember them like it was yesterday. How the heat from the sun was intensifying my feeling of anger and emptiness inside. All alone. Only with the empty sky above me, the dry earth below me and the lonely, withered trees beside me. Not a single leaf was hanging on the branches. “Bye, Emma. It won’t be late. I shall be home at sunset”, he said as he sat down at the front seat and motioned the horses to set off.