A clear sunny day, growing progressively more humid as the day wears on. We went to Cream’s for breakfast; on the way back stopped to pick up Peggy who was to help Bertha today –
A glorious afternoon—the breeze lifted the rich clover scent until I was enveloped in it—the hot sun beating down, the glare of light on the fields, the sense of earth & sky being fused by the sun’s rays.
P.M. to Hamburg by trolley & walk over Chestnut Ridge & thence to Orchard Park— Missing the Hamburg Car at City Line I started walking – a brilliant day after the heavy rainstorms of the day before...
Everywhere & at every time I am reminded of the romantic spring that is gone.
It was with almost a childish excitement that at the end of the day, I began to remove the pieces of masking tape — the effect was startling and very successful.
By express “March Pools”, which John at my request had brought from a woman in Detroit – This was the last of nine sketches I had made on a memorable weekend in 1917...
"The longest day of the year. From now will begin the decline."
The first day of summer – and a perfect day for it – warm, but with cool shade; a northerly breeze. Clear skies, except for pale phantom-like thunderheads seemingly hundreds of miles to the south and southeast –
To Post’s sketching – As I came home in the yellow afterglow (black trees swinging in the wind against it) with the pale half-moon above – whistling Wagner’s “Processing of Knights” from [Parsifal] – I realized I had spent a wonderful afternoon – I was overflowing with hope over my work – I had realized beautiful ideas and seen new things –