The hour we spent by these vast fields of bleached out ripe grass, becomes more and more wonderful – something to remember for years – all the past Septembers seemed to march by in that hour –
The last few evening[s] B & I have started a habit of taking a short walk around the village before going to bed. We generally go up East Ave [now Weigand Street] to Orchard [Ave.], to Trier Ave to North [Ave.], in Union [Road] to Clinton [Street] again. These are enjoyable little excursions.
Stepping outdoors tonight to see the moon, flashes of lightning from the north drove the moon from my head. I saw great piles of cold moonlit thunderheads,
This dew-drenched spurry valley is a wonderful thing on misty mornings. Shrub willows star-studded which, snapped by the new born breeze, flung upward pieces of silver that struck by the sun were given voice & dissolved into killdeers.
P.M. Mr. + Mrs. Eliot [Philip Eliot and Virginia Cuthbert] -out for a visit to the studio -
The sunlight, coming in the east windows this morning was so brilliantly white...
"...The sky completely cloud covered at times, air is bright + sunny - fissures act as suns...Clouds become finally impenetrable..."
Wonderful September weather – the goldenrod in Alberella’s backyard coming out in it’s full glory.
Evening – B & M & I to theArtSchoolTea. Meet there Mrs. Ritchie (wife of the new director of the Albright Gallery), the Eliots, and the Soyer’s — Made arrangements for the Soyers to come out tomorrow —
We have been amusing ourselves the last few evenings telling the temperature by counting the notes of the tree-crickets.