This painting is oddly puzzling. Doesn't the patio floor look wet? Doesn't the woman look overdressed for doing tasks around the house? I can only imagine her as "wasting time." She may be watering a wet plant because her mind is occupied by thoughts of an assignation--one she has prepared for much too early. Or, she could be dragging her feet--delaying a social obligation she isn't looking forward to. I could be totally off, and she is simply a house maid, forced to wear a heavily petticoated uniform, shoes that are inappropriate for the job, and who is obeying her mistress by making sure everything is just right for the evening's soiree. This is why I like writing ekphrastic poems--I get to imagine a scenario based upon a work of art. I'm never confronted by the "I don't know what to write about" problem!
Now it's time to head over to Margaret's blog, Reflections on the Teche for even more poetry!