AM- Letters from Louise & Mrs. Ellers. P.M- in studio making drawings on the new portion of “Cicada Woods”...
?Continued heat and drought. Seems less smoke in air. A breeze from west, which eventually clears the air of all smoke. The sky is blue again at sunset."
Miserable the first part of the night – “burning up” + my mind on fire too, at least I invented a “game” to keep myself from thinking gloomy thoughts.
And so do my impressions of childhood evade me. Of late there have been rare instances when childhood impressions would flash across my mind—it is not that I wish to go back, or mourn for the past. I only wish I might look at nature new as I did then, with a mind steeped in fairy tales and illusions.
From far below the sounds voices of the ball-players, using jealously the last shreds of daylight, came up to me & proved a welcome sound.
Last night the first faint note of the cricket chorus commenced.
To the country around Lake Ontario sketching – (Planning later on to stop by and see Sally, and tell her of the visit of Mary & Dick & M.F.)...
"...The air is yet cool and the sky a resounding blue, but the sun begins to make his heat felt..."
A dream in which once again I was on my way to a mysterious wooded hollow to the South-East; one that I had visited before in dreams...