I dreamt last night I was wandering on the top of a strange valley, similar to the Dutchman’s; it was a peculiar season, like Fall, like Spring; a dense blue haze was in the air...
AM— lt O sky blue grey cloud-dapples — Horizon — rich ult, — Foreground — Dk RV objects on rich green BG Y RV ground —
I dreamt last night of a woods in which were profuse growths of wild flowers; most I noticed were great beds of squirrel’s corn & Dutchman’s breeches...
A rainy & blue-green grey sky; a light breeze twitches the ends of the stiff iris blades – flicker calls in the hazy pollen choked air – poplar catkins stretched out in the [dark] night, the trees seem to dissolve as they fall – the ground is wormy with bloom – The air is very thick & opaque some objects are only half seen –
Last night I dreamt it was autumn again, and I was finding huge dew-spotted clover leaves under which bristled the white flowers...
A colony of hepaticas near the road—The aroma of sun-baked leaves was heavenly—I said to Bertha I never would want to miss seeing the hepaticas in the woods every Spring, even if I had to be carried there by somebody else—
As I sit here I dream...
I suddenly thought of all the dreams I have ever had of wildflowers and unseen woods; and a great longing came over me to be able to live in such a dreamworld meeting no other being
All day spent with Miss Prasse going over pictures etc. an intensive work – we ultimately chose 41 water-colors of the 1916-1920 period...
had an odd dream of a rainstorm this morning...