Day opens cloudy and grey with a wind from the south...
...A wonderful cool windy day - wind from south east driving the sunshine – sparkleflakes!...The sky was a fairyland of cobwebby, wispy white mists. What spontaneous joy in the leaves whirling...
Jimmy [Jim Burchfield] was not very good during the moving but was better –
In honor of Charles E. Burchfield’s Mother, Alice Thomas Murphy Burchfield (October 21, 1860 - June 23, 1933)
The long season of having visitors to the studio has made me terrifically bored and self-conscious—self-consciousness is the worst. I feel as tho I had been undressing in public. And indeed, I have been exposing my spiritual self to the vulgar mob.
The other day when I saw Arthur in the willow tree, feet resting on one pliant branch, hands gripping another, swaying up & down, wind in his hair, I suddenly thought: “There! that it is — that’s what the “Cherry Tree” used to mean to me as a boy” I had forgotten!
Trip to Pittsburgh with B to see International show after a perod of indecision & renunciation, and final decision we ought to go…
About noon Red called to announce the safe delivery of a baby boy, and we breathed a sigh of relief!
Hoary Frost – Brilliant morning – The smell of “cooked” plants – acrid yet pleasantly nostalgic...
"...The sunlit cannas and the gothic tracery of elms beyond..."