A successful artist goes back to his childhood home in rural France from Paris because he has been exhausted from the city life. After going back there, he decides to hire a person who keeps his garden and the gardener who has come is a former schoolmate by chance. They call each other “Dupinceau (means a painter in French)” and “Dujardin (a gardener in French)”, have a quiet conversation about their own life, and reform a friendship between them.
The friendship between the two old men and the peaceful scenery of the French countryside are really beautiful. The artist has a deteriorated relationship with his wife and daughter, but he regains his kindness little by little by renewing the old friendship with the gardener, and realizes what he really wants to draw.
I really envy the friendship like this. When I get old, will there be such a friend beside me? I couldn't say I have built good relationships with my friends so far. When I realized it, I had been estranged from them repeatedly.
How good would it be, if there would be an excellent friend like the gardener who drops some hints about my life when I come to a dead end. I thought I should be more kinder and gentler to others.