Milder – misty skies – Still in the doldrums. P.M. – In a sort of desperation, I decide to drive down in the country – The world white and wintry...
"...the sun burst thru...Late at night it was snowing."
Dinner at home so we could watch (and listen to) the St. Matthew Passion on TV. (The first half.)
…Reading in Audubon’s life & Journals. An amazing — and wholly lovable man.
As we approach the summer solstice our brief taste of tropical weather begins –
I was dreaming I had been forsaken by all my beloved and sat by a stream in the woods in misery, when a bluebird fluttered up strangely tame & sat on my knee –
Colder, rain turning to snow — almost gale force winds. Bertha was so tired and depressed I suggested we go to the Lodge for lunch...
"This has been a wonderfully warm and springy day..."
Started work on a new painting with pussy willows and a spring twilight –