As it did not seem likely that anyone would show up to work on the kitchen today, we decided to “run away” and go down into the country –
June is perfection - the pulse of nature is throbbing full and fast…
It was a “golden hour” when we were in complete harmony, and could talk with perfect frankness.
Up before 7:00. Sitting under the willow tree, trying to bring myself into some state of mind which will reconcile me to a defeated France...
"...Noon brings greying sky & warmer air..."
After lunch, walked over to the north end of the lake. Coming back, I experienced one of these rare moments of complete spiritual and physical well-being.
P.M. – to Gardenville Elementary School to show my paintings to and talk to the sixth grade pupils –...We left with a warm glow.
The other day going over my early summer 1915 notes—remembering a note on a moon reflected in Little Beaver below Covered Bridge.
Heavy June Dusk—Rumbling of Thunder to NW—Fireflies blown in the wind like sparks from a chimney on a winter night—
So I sat in the hazy air, steeped in the days glory - Clear-blue shadowed trees standing motionless in the sun haze -