This has been one of the most beautiful Decembers of my whole life.
Another dark damp day- raw wind from S.W. with a “spit” of rain at time. A.M. unpacking the two boxes...
All morning on unpacking and “dismantling” pictures—a dark damp day, threatening rain.
I was especially attune to the beauty of the late afternoon effects of the sunlight earth, and Bertha along with me – we kept exclaiming all the way home – like two eager children – as I would like to think we are!
Here in this deep pinehollow where no wind ever comes; where the terrific gale in the outside world is but the vague rumour of roaring trees’ tops, indistinct because of the roar of waterfalls & the busy crackle of my fire — here there is always the peace of silent expectancy, eternal brooding —
Dandelions numerous—almost stemless, as if the bud on reaching the air burst open for joy in the sunlight. Think of dandelions bursting in jagged yellow flames on the sunny hillsides on a hazy November day!
Cold day with fleets of dapply clouds. At noon – sun partially obscured – north sky full of big blue holes. The north sides of houses was cold blueish...
"The strange-ness of railroad yards..."
And then it suddenly occurs to me, that for several years I have not had any art magazines – and never missed them! What a happy state of mind to be in.