As I came into the house, I heard the cardinal singing – I answered him and he came to the pine trees signing excitedly – So today must be considered the first day of Spring –
Evening – Marcus & Betty [Marcus and Betty Pratt are the brother and sister of David Pratt] in for a visit on their way home from the Students Show at the Art Institute.
The snow has slid from some slate roofs in jagged patches so the town is a sharp clutter of black triangles & squares against the vivid white snow.
Communion – (Hank went with us, but sat in the back) So preoccupied was I, that on leaving the alter I took the wrong trim, and then went to the wrong pew, much to my embarrassment –
How beautiful the February sun-light reflected in pools of melted snow; a glad harbinger of spring!
It should be the aim of man to bring myself into complete harmony with the Universe, so that no form of life, no aspect of Nature is unpleasant...This can only be done thru (sic) love...
P.M. To Buffalo on various errands. “Song of the Cicada” to Mitchell’s, to market, to United Glazing Co., to Genesee pict. for frames, - at Anderson a bouquet of daffodils + blue iris for B.
Evening B & I walk out Clinton as far as the “egg-man’s” (a little over a mile).
The brilliant star of February has risen in the Southeast, and sends its blinding cold light over the vast white earth opening up emerald and cobalt caverns in the northwest sky